Thrill To Your Birth Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-onday night passes by,
A-fter the moon is gone;
R-ainy evening has turned
I-nto Tuesday's new dawn.
V-iew in the sky is pink,
I-n thirteenth December;
C-old chill disappears, as you rise up from slumber.

B-efore you wake up from bed,
R-ise of the sun has begun;
I-t's truly a lovely day,
O-pen your eyes to pure fun.
N-ever ignore the beacon,
E-arly light causes much mirth;
S-ee the morn is beautiful, bringing some thrill to your birth.