(5) Haiku

[c3childs]

Bliss)

Steaming hot, bitter

Sweet powder and then a stir

A hug in a cup

Smile)
If you would just smile

My heart would melt and you could

Drink it with a straw

Hope)

Hope, that feathered bird

In its gilded cage sings of

The outside, blue sky

Bubbly)

Always a joy bright

Little child full of wonder

Laughing wild always

Fruitful)

Go forth, multiply

For the Lord God hath said it

Each child a present