Friday, May 23, 2014

The Zatarain's Man

She calls out at night for the Zatarain's man.
Ativan; she means Ativan.
I fumble
to keep her flying.

I'm doing the very best I can
Hello?  Jello?  Pillow?
but it's hard to understand
her dying.

I'm here.
I'm home.
I'm trying.

For Marian's make you cry prompt at Real Toads


Susan said...

I'm crying. Superb!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Just enough details for the reader to replicate the protagonist's confusion. Bril, simply bril.

Marian said...

sometimes i cry out for jambalaya in my sleep, too. :)

Jim said...

Help, help! I need my lorazepam, quick!
How does an aging mother get her daughter to buy a set of hearing aids? When she's gone the daughter will wish she had.
Good write M.Zee, let us hope none of us get like this.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh my God, this goes straight to the heart. And it is all we can do - keep trying. Brilliant, as always, Mama Zen, with a huge dose of heartache.

Fireblossom said...

Serenity prayer, maybe? I'm thinking about you, Kel.

hedgewitch said...

In these few incantatory lines you seem to sum everything up as usual in a way that couldn't be any more clear or insightful if it used a thousand words. When it's my turn, I hope I will be able to say, like John Barrymore: 'Dying is easy. Comedy--that's hard." Hang in there.

Susie Clevenger said...

This reaches right into my heart..

Sioux said...

MZ--Those last three words are especially powerful and poignant.

Kay L. Davies said...

Been there, done that, broke my heart, cried off and on for six months. It's been several years, but every now and then I find myself whispering, "Mom, Mom, Mom."

Lorraine Renaud said...

I know, I've held her hand to the end, feel helpless, I feel your pain confusion, what to do, when there's nothing to do, but be there, beautiful write Mama Zen

Anonymous said...

Agh. So painful. Very well done. If true, take care. K.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I guess it says something of me that I googled Ativan before Zatarain, to make sure I knew what malady it is prescribed for.

However, I perfectly understood the cry of the poet, without the need for google.

Helen said...