Mother Sweet Mother

This is an ode to my mother, and to everyone's mother that there is.
To begin with, I am so indebted to her, I simply do not know from where to make a start.
Readers having a similar affection for their mothers will understand the sort of dilemma I must be passing through.
It gives me immense joy and satisfaction to speak of my mother as one of the finest mummies in the world.
She comes from the rural side. Her countryside antecedents lend her a humble touch of simplicty. Her maternal nature is further characterised by an eternal cheer and a radiant observable glow on her satin-pink cheeks.
Our mothers here in India care excessively for us. They literally haunt us with their love and affection. It's only us the rascals who are never able to repay all or any of that either in cash or in kind. This is the nature of maternal love that is showered upon us.
It's a shame then we aren't able to properly look after them in their old age, when it is time for us to reciprocate.
Education and progress should never become alienating factors distancing us from them. Rather they should enable us to foster respect for our beloved ones in particular and mankind in general.