Danye's Moon

as we cross a bridge to I don’t remember where
her voice floats towards me from behind
“momma, look! my boat!” she says excitedly
“why is he out there at night,” she wonders
“he’s catching moonbeams just for you,”
her mother says and I am awed by it
“ooooo,” says my niece, eyes shining
the moonlight making her face glow
she’s so lovely, like a moonbeam herself
shimmering radiance, inspiring beauty
she leans closer to the window, looking
“oh, momma, there it is,” she says smiling
“my moon! isn’t it beautiful?” eyes sparkling
yes, it is, but not near as beautiful as danye