December Sunrise

After a full night of silent sobs
And an hour of pillowed bawling
I pick myself up, pick up a tea,
And climb up to our water tank,
To sit and wait for the sun to rise.

She stumbles out of her door,
Her two-year-oldness bursting
Out of her use-and-reuse diaper,
And crackers a chain of farts.

I almost roll down laughing,
But stay arrested in the moment,
When I see her beaming at me
The best sunrise I’ve seen this year.