Sto Lat

March 1, 2010
By Alex Shaw BRONZE, Williamsburg, Virginia
Alex Shaw BRONZE, Williamsburg, Virginia
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Sto Lat
Sitting on the staircase in a trance
Lily, so alive and well
Singing Polish songs as she danced
Stories being heard, only she can tell
Sto Lat, Sto Lat, may you live a hundred years

As she cooks the kielbasa and pierogi,
Her children nearby play with Mr. Ed the horse,
They skip and giggle, all under the eye of Lily.
Ding! She is ready to serve the main course.
She holds back her yell,
Then grabs her cowbell.

Genie, Katie, Jonny, and Joey,
Come running, ready to eat
Winter is coming to a close,
With the new ground under their feet,
Spring is all they know

The weather still chilly,
In the town that sits outside of Philly.
Before they sit down,
It’s time to pray: “Bless Us, Oh Lord”
They scarf their food,
As Lily watches in the background

I remember Lily, so alive and well.
She had a voice of an angel,
Anyone could tell
But her heart was weak,
Her body in a tangle,
Yet she refused to speak

Sitting on the staircase, six years ago
I see the look on my mother’s face and I know,
She was gone.

I remember Lily so alive and well.
So many stories only I can tell.
How I want to feel her touch
She was gone too soon,
But for her heart, it was just too much.
So I sing her tune,
Sto Lat, Sto Lat, may you live a hundred years.

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juliette said...
on Jun. 6 2010 at 10:36 am
juliette, Gdynia, Other
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Hi! I'm so glad to have stumbled across this! it's beautiful. Are you Polish or of Polish descendence? I just wondered because I am and I recognized familiar words:)

Keep up the great work!


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