(photo edited with one layer of Kim's 1412 texture, hard light, 50% opacity)
I'm sitting here in the NICU with our new grandson.
My daughter is in her room sleeping, recuperating from a long hard delivery.
They keep the NICU rooms dim and quiet for these babies
who should still be in the safety, warmth and darkness of their mama's womb.
Like a baby bird, they feed him mama's milk a tablespoon at a time via syringe.
I sit here quiet, listening to his occasional little whimpers.
I can't pick him up out of his isolette, but only lay my hand gently on his back
and let the warm yellow light of my love pour all over him.