His best friend
Our best man
Memories of years ago
His wedding
Lots of vodka
Smuggled in, in cases large and small,
for toasts,
which seemed to go on forever,
Translated by a maiden aunt for me
the only other non-Polish speaker there.
And now, amazingly they emerge from slumber,
a few refugee words,
heard then,
reheard now
in another story
performed this morning by Krystyna
(c) Sheila Ash, 2015
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