Standing in a crib hands on rails.
Yelling “Mamamamama mama ma ma..ma..” with urgency loudly then voice gets softer and trails off into nothingness as I realiae I don’t know if I’m saying the right words or which entity will come – the big mean moody angry one or the big nice caring one.
I see the shadowy images of each in my mind.
I think they are the same person yet they are so different.
I no longer want the person to come because I don’t want to risk getting the mean one.
No one comes anyway.
I have a bowel movement and sit down hard feeling blank and alone.
Memory ends.
Submitted by Liz.