Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Love

Long slender legs push through the curtain, pulling breath from our lungs. Eyes twinkling, her lashes bat the edges of a smile, bringing traffic to a halt. So young, tender in her new found life. Relishing the attention, she posed to everyone's delight.

Dad, do you see that?

Yes, she is beautiful isn't she?

Remember to always tell her that. One day she will need a reminder, but don't wait until then.

Approach her slowly. No need to rush, you have all the time in the world. Take your time and breath every moment.

Don't be loud or you will scare her away. Never raise a voice in anger, better to walk away and come back when your ready. Speak tenderly and share your heart.

When she gets skittish, help her see that everything is okay. When she runs, chase her. Always pursue her, it makes her feel desired.

Dad, what are you talking about?

Nothing, just the newborn fawn standing there on the side of the road.

I think the cars behind us want to go.

Ok, let's get on home.

One day you will understand.

Love.

32 comments:

Alicia @ boylerpf said...

This is so poignant on so many levels. A fawn..was not the ending I expected. Perhaps we women are all fawns?!?!

Brian Miller said...

perhaps. in a purely good way. smiles.

Lover of Life/ Nancy said...

You will teach your sons well.

Lola said...

You are raising two very lucky gentlemen there, Brian. And the young ladies in their path will be the most fortunate.

Grazie on behalf of we "fawns."
Ciao,
Lola xx

Ronda Laveen said...

What a beautiful analogy. (Bats eye lashes).

Pastor Sharon said...

Just when I thought being a lady was the best, I've decided to become a fawn.
Your sons will be great husbands and fathers if they take after you!

RuneE said...

As a father of three girls I see yout point very well - but I would never have been able to put it in words like this. Deeply impressed.

PS Thank you for the comment!

subtorp77 said...

Brian, I suspected as much (tho' you did have me on in the beginning of this ). Nice :)

Brian Miller said...

@Lover of Life - thank you. smiles.

@Lola - I consider myself the lucky one..and i imagine the girls will be too when they get their chance.

@ronda - you give me the giggles.

@Pastor Sharon - thanks, I hope they do in ways, and in others i hope for better

@runee - thanks for dropping by. kids give us great perspective, eh.

@subby - a little devious, I can be. that sounds way too yoda. need more coffee.

otin said...

You got me! I definitely thought we were talking about a woman! The kind with 2 legs, anyway! LOL!

subtorp77 said...

Brian, huzzah! More coffee! And I see you've opened the comments( tho' blooger is till on the outs with some of the post settings )...

Lorraine said...

There is always so much Love in your words, Thank God, 'cause it's desperately needed Brian :)

Liza said...

"When she gets skittish, help her see that everything is okay. When she runs, chase her. Always pursue her, it makes her feel desired." You were taught very well, indeed!

Beautiful piece. Greetings from Florida.

Daniel said...

This one was kind of melancholy for me. I see how you look at your boys and how you interact and teach them. I got none of this from my dad. He was such a black cloud, whenever you saw him coming, you kind of went the other way. Probably explains why I have not seen him since I graduated from high school.

Travel & Dive Girl said...

Brian, Your sons have a great mentor. You should be proud and so should they...

Books,Coffee,etc.... said...

Hi! Brian,
Wow!...just like the other commenters your post caught my attention immediately!...and
then you go in another direction...
or did you go in another direction?

Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
Interesting?!?

willow said...

The fawn was such a sweet surprise. Beautiful, Brian. Just beautiful.

Candie Bracci said...

That was just purely beautiful Brian!!

Rain said...

Nice post Brian.
:)

Van Wynsberg said...

Very sweet. I liked it. :)

Brian Miller said...

still having computer issues. don't worry, love your comments and will catch up when my number is called at the library again. off to work!

Deb said...

Ok - so now I know I need to have a tissue handy whenever I come here to read your posts! I agree with all of the other commentors who stated how fortunate your sons are to have you as a dad. And the whole world will benefit. Thank you.

Leah said...

lovely, lovely, lovely.

Baino said...

Awww . . .I love deer. We don't have them here and yep if they regard women in the same way , those little tykes will do well.

Poetikat said...

As a child, one of my favourite films was Bambi (also one of my first). I had tiny stuffed doe which I called "Faline" after one of the deer in the movie.

You had me going all the way along. I thought, is he talking about his wife? No. He can't be; he wouldn't say that to his son.

This was stellar. Really.

Kat

Anonymous said...

Cool. This was truly sweet. I enjoyed this very much. My Dad has graduated into glory 10/06' & you reminded me of him... the way he felt and looks at me. Now I'm raising five sons without a 'Dad'. Youngest - autistic, age 7; second to the eldest turns 22 tomorrow. Eldest is a special forces Army soldier - In Iraq? Thank you. My pursuit is to hunger my sons to carry on my Dad's legacy... esp. the way they look at the women in their lives. zoesinger

Kitty said...

All wives should get husbands who think this way. I'm glad I got one :)

Ocean Girl said...

Hello, may I join the camaraderie? I am too raising two teenage boys.

Cute post, lucky mommy :)

Mrsupole said...

I thought you were talking about a horse at first, but then as usual you threw in the fawn. Great story and those boys are so lucky to have you teaching them. You should start your own business of how to teach boys to grow into fantastic men. Just think how many boys would benefit and how grateful society would be.

Thanks again and God bless.

Verily I go. said...

This is beautiful. I always feel like I'm right there. WOW!

Jen of A2eatwrite said...

It's fawn season here, too, and I have to admit, I guessed early on what you were describing. They are truly breathtaking. It's one of the things I love about where we live (except that everything I try to grow gets eaten).

Heaven said...

I see that you started with short stories, using your children and family as your backdrop. I am still going over your archives to see where you first started using poetry.