Unspoken

Things I didn’t say in my mum’s eulogy. 
Lovely, unspoken things that perhaps only I now carry. 
Mother/home.

"..I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a... well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can... well, nest—rest—live in, emotionally speaking."

— Tennessee Williams, from The Night of the Iguana