Sunday was a day for comfort food
preparing biscuits and gravy
we need comforting
memories watching my grandmother doing the same
a child too short to reach, but her words remain

Her father went to war
war to end all wars
never to return home
believed lost and dead
and then the late 50s

contacted by the city upon his death
her name the only thing in his wallet
he lived 5 miles away
his shame overwhelming
           shell shocked

Sundays are a day for comfort food
we need comforting sometimes