Alma Mater
A nurturing mother.
That’s what you were supposed to be.
You were nurturing, yes, I agree.
Were you motherly?
I am unsure.
I am unclear.
I am grateful for everything you gave me.
The ABCs.
The 123s.
I am so very grateful
for all the hours,
all the letters you gave me.
But where is the quality?
Where is the meaning?
What are the words
those letters make?
You had a good structure.
So very sturdy.
But did you make a home for me?
Inside all that sturdiness?
Just because of the strength?
Where is all the warmth
I must feel?
Was my heart too cold?
Were my nerves too numb?
Alma Mater!
So prestigious.
So glorious.
You were nourishment.
But...
But thirsty
is what I was.
