Ava is beautiful she is full of hope, her brown eyes are like treat sized milk chocolates, sniffing new scents, Ava is a bundle of joy, her chocolate eyes dance from one side to another in amazement, when you look at her eyes you want to take her home but her daddy wouldn’t let anyone he doesn’t trust even come near her he’ll clear the way for her life with ease having help from her Dad, Uncle, Aunt, and Grandparents we will be there when she's mad, sad, happy, frustrated or if she needs someone to talk to we will always be there for her.

We always look at the big thing in life mostly good but sometimes those good things aren't enough sometimes we need to look at the small things that become big things within time and we should appreciate the fact that life has been bestowed upon un thousands of years ago so we could explore everything wondering about everything but only doing little and one of the little things that become big is life and death we study cells to babies and everything else that comes with life yet we don't like studying death, for it is a sad cruel way of saying our world is not even close to being perfect.

Looking at little things we know that having a niece is big for a month or two then it becomes small and big again when their is death for them like my father who I haven't seen or talked to for 8 years died on the day before valentines day as if he never existed and that's when we value everything in life and death when we value the food we eat the family we have left and a lot of other tiny things we normally wouldn't take much consideration and make everything big like sniffing flowers and taking a beautiful walk and knowing one day all of that will be gone for us within time.

For every life there is a death. And for every death there is another reason to keep trying to live life to the fullest.
You can't write a poem about Ava Grace Rodriguez-Stanek.