Moonlight spilled, casting shadows,
one moment seen, then lost again
as the last warm embers of the day
took subtle leave.

Her hand slipped, tracing a smile,
marvelling at how such beauty
could be contained in the curve
of a lip.

Sleepily the child stirred,
allowing the sweetest breath
imaginable to caress her
upturned palm.

And here was love, unbounded
by time, captured forever in one
single exquisite moment of
unspoken thought.

On observing my daughter Rebecca Jane Munday saying
goodnight to her son (our beloved grandchild) Charlie.