The Cheerful Widower
They called him that,
"The Cheerful widower", for he brought cheer to every table he ever chaired;
He wined and dined at every home, sought after at every club, crushed by many young a heart;
He was ever the happy man, his smile never wavered;
He healed aching hearts with just a smile, teaching them kids, the truest sense of love ;
His beloved son, the handsome, strong willed lass ; was curious about the mystery that was his father's cheer;
For he was the only soul that had seen his father cry like a newborn babe in front of his beloved wife's death bed;
He still remembered his frail mother whispering something in her father's ear and it was that moment the tough man had put on that cheerful smile;
One fine day, the curious young lass blurted out "Sir! I wonder, how could you be eternally cheerful?" he went on, "How could you smile when maama was buried? how could you let out that belly rolling laugh when our lands had a tough time? "
The amiable old man chuckled clicked his tongue and chuckled as answer "Did you know what your maama when she breathed her last, my boy?"
"Sir?" The boy gave him a quizzical look .
"I asked your maama, whether she preferred heaven or hot hell floor her eternal life" he laughed and continued,
"The naughty little vixen as ever replied, ' I'll would live eternally, as that cheerful smile on your lovely, thin lips!"
And he gave the heartiest of his smiles to his beloved son;
"Looks quite at home and comfortable here, doesn't she?" he whispered, as he wiped a wayward tear that trickled down his cheek.