L.N. Alberts

By LN Alberts I see him clear as day, through my childish view, but stepping back, my gaze wizened, seeing the world from his shoes. I see a very different place, his life so unfamiliar. It's then when I realize, he's more than a father figure.   Through my father's eyes, he is a husband, trusted friend, to a beautiful, loving bride, her devotion without end. Through my father's eyes, he is a son and stalwart brother, needed to stand side by side by family and others. Through my father's eyes, he is a generous stranger. Giving of his time and strength, despite the cost and danger. Through my father's eyes, he is a trusted employee. Always dedicated and loyal, loathe to finally leave. My father was a gentle soul, who found true peace at last. His time ended here on earth, so I admire him from his past.

My childhood self. By LN Alberts Hair dancing in the summer breeze, a solitary figure among the trees. Deep-set eyes fixed on me, her expression, fierce and keen. From the top of a sand-coated hill, she beckons softly, testing my will. A soul let fly, now wild and free, it's wisps of memory taunting me. Her lightning gaze calls me near, promising adventure without fear. I close my eyes, shield my mind, as her alluring thoughts intertwined with the desire of my heart to join her, so high upon the rampart. Once we were one, in youth, but now I fight her burning truth. Those days of unrequited energy, that unending burst of internal synergy, has long dissolved into the past my youthful soul fading so fast. Someday, she and I will rejoin again, when freedom returns, in the end.