Unlearned

There are things about my mother,
Ones I never understood,
Sometimes I hated
But always waited
Until a time I knew I could

Some things about my mother
I could never understand
when she cried
why she cried
my hand now rests upon her hand

Those things about my mother
Are now heavy on my mind
it's not enough
can't say too much
Those words my lips can't find.