For Ava Poem by Brett White

Frost-kiss'd Stars Gleam in God's Glory Tonight:
Surrounded within thou Halo'd Moonlight -
Only Half-Smiling, Cover'd, and Half-Shown;
Beauty, Sweet-Child, awaits thee once thou'rt Grown.
Fall'n Leaves Glitter like the rarest of Jewels:
Play'st thou, Life, -Sweet Baby- by thine own Rules.
Suffer fools Gladly, Always Smile with Grace.
In the 'Midst of Life's Woes, Never Replace
Thy Joie de Vivre avec Gloom or Despair,
Because, in Veritas, thou art too Fair.

Too Fair to not ever Weather the Storm-
And a lot of souls are blest thou wert Born!