Ada, I pray you see this. (A poem from Mr. Best to you)

That I May Breathe Your Name { For Ada Valerie }

I've sailed from the Atlantic Ocean to Niger River,
Now standing on the green hill of your ripe breast
That I may breathe the surfs from the shore of your name,

To breathe the breath of our dead in the forests of your arms.
And when dawn hangs her pant on the flowers of your navel,
I'll take a flute and weave songs of maiden moon for you,
Songs as gentle as the whispers of the morning doves,
For ages have I longed to breathe your name, Ada Valerie.

MCK