The River

Poem and Image by Isabelle Sorrells


It’s wide as an ocean

With waves with sounds of the sea.

It’s a border and a bridge.

There are no strangers on this water,

For we greet one another with a wave as neighbors.

There is no other place –

This place where family meets,

Where traditions are made,

And homes are found.

Here I found happiness

But I would not have found it – let alone been able to keep it –

Without my family.

They are what make it the river

And, in some ways,

They are the river themselves.


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