Warm Comfort

Nykalily Dear

When I used to think
of “Warm Comfort”
I’d think of a sea of green,
of grandfather chimes and
don bluth films.

I’d look forward to the coming and going of cousins & aunts,
Grandmother with her house of treats,
& Papa’s big chair.

The place where I live now is grey.
Fields of green becoming sought after,
warrants the day trip.

what’s once warm comfort becomes frozen.