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.
