a poem for River…
River, a warrior woman runs through you,
She conjured up a wish, and from it you grew,
Till love, a bright son, came into view,
Now, a valley of green surrounds you anew,
Towering pines and woodland caribou,
And the moon, Behold, Ancestry’s hue,
Hold open her door, and the universe shall hold you.
جوليا ديانا — JD Robertson, is an award-winning author, and journalist—A first generation Arab-American, who grew up between worlds, and currently resides somewhere in the middle with a bird’s eye view.