Literacy

 

From the very beginning

my alphabets were my food-

not all and always

a ‘scrumptious chocolate tart’-

but most were palatable-

life at all times was good

till I met with craggy darkness-

only then I came to learn

that each letter was my lamp-

each iridescent word my breather-

each book my lighthouse-

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Literacy @ Poets United