That brown, foreboding envelope,
I pull back along the line of sticky poisonous sap,
which reveals the large mocking mouth
laughing at my potential doom.

Water is streaking down my cheeks.

I'm running,
and half galloping like a horse,
past bustling groups of teenagers,
each shameless step taken, I ignore surprised looks,
my sight focused upon a small metallic blue car.

"MUM! MUM!"
The door creaks open,
She emerges, startled.
"What happened - ?"
I shriek back
"I PASSED!"
"Even maths?"
"I PASSED EVERYTHING!"

And she ran.
Arms out stretched to gather me up.
Forgetting that I am no longer 4.
Her feelings engulfing her normality.

When we met, she held me tight.
The cocktail mix of tension and relief was too much for us to bear
too alcoholic and elaborate.
there was no choice, but all we could do,
Was to accept the menu
and simultaneously cry tears of happiness.

I've never shared nor seen such a public display of affection,
not even on a cheese layered Soap.
I will lock away this memory, and store it in a treasure box inside my head.
I will open it, every now and then, not just to dust away cobwebs,
but to watch the beautiful, but ever so perfect,
moment run away in my eyes.