Ah yes, nicotine doth inspire he who dreams…
…of a tiny girl baby with marigold curls, in quarter-inch circles spiraling up and down and around a painted-doll face so perfect–oh! Rosy pink lips that could not but coo softly, and crystal blue eyes that shutter in sleep.
And smiling up to her mother, an image of what she will be.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology