An ode to my Mom

For years after Mom passed Mother's day for me was a day to wallow in self pity. She had been my rock, my best friend. Now I was alone. She was gone.
Hubby and friends, sensing my lose, attempted to give me gifts of pleasure. Feeling my lips forming a smile I was overcome my guilt. How could I betray her memory? Then one day I felt Mom so very near to me. She was annoyed. This is what she said:

A Mother's tasks are many,

Rewards are but a few,

One reward is to see you happy,

So smile darn you.

Signed,

Your Mother