I so remember - twelve years old -
Running home with my Math paper
99% in bold red across the top.
Racing full tilt to show my mother
How well I had done.
Teacher had been full of smiles.
I burst through the door.
'Mummy! Mummy! Look what I did!
She was at the sink peeling potatoes.
She turned, wiping her hands in her apron.
'Well! And why wasn't it a hundred?'
Patted and flattened in a single breath.
Caught between a groan and a giggle
I 'got the point' – instantly.
She held the bar high
And I loved her for it!
Cynthia Buell Thomas, June, 2019