My Ada

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A raven haired beauty

with eyes dark as the clear night sky.

And when she laughed, those eyes shone

more bright than all the night’s stars.

But a young maiden when she came

to Fortune – And I already a man,

spending my days at sea

with hands worn by a fisherman’s toil.

Beautiful summer meadow

Hopeful suitors a-callin’ her beauty.

A French barbie doll, they did call her.

Many a fair maiden – now forgotten,

mocking my Ada’s foreign ways.

But she laughed at all the fuss,

turning her back on their silly ways.

For my Ada was no barbie doll, or dull of mind –

her flame lighting the clear night sky.

Wooden fishing shack

We wed without fuss on a fisherman’s pay.

Too skinny for a poor man’s wife, they did say.

My Ada’s heart bigger than she –

guiding me home for forty a year or more.

And when I asked why me Ada,

she’d say the words of so long ago:

Charlie, you’re the only one strong enough

to hold my heart so dear.

Fishing village

Those eyes shining brighter still

than all the night’s stars.

My Ada still a young maiden, it be told –

her gentle flame warming my heart ever more.

My raven haired beauty

with eyes dark as the night sky.

But a young maiden when she came

to Fortune, and I already a man.

White Lighthouse on Cliffs in Newfoundland

 Β©Brenda Baker 2017

A poem inspired by my grandparents who are no longer with us: Charlie and Ada Bungay. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of the the times that I spent at my grandparents’ house. I will always be honored to have known them.

At around the age of 15, my grandmother moved from St.Pierre, France (a small island situated 25 kms southwest of Newfoundland) to Fortune, Newfoundland where she came to meet my grandfather.

38 comments on “My Ada”

    1. Thank you so much, Brigid. πŸ™‚ That means a lot to me. The older I get, the more my home province calls to me. Newfoundland is such a beautiful place steeped in a rich and colorful history. πŸ™‚

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  1. I remember Her so well,all I ever called her was Aunt Ada,she always loved giving kisses when she met up with me,I think it was part of her French heritage, I know I loved those kisses and her,,,she was the most beautiful soul I ever knew,,thank you for this beautiful poem,,she would be so proud,,,,Elsie.

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    1. I couldn’t agree more, Elsie. I will always be honored to have known Nanny. It’s rare to meet such a beautiful and pure soul. She always inspired the best in me.πŸ’œ The kisses you mention are a French custom in which you kiss someone know well and like on each cheek. They’re called “bisous”.😊Thank you so much for your beautiful comment, Elsie.🌹

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