mothers be good to your daughters

my favorite picture of the boy.

Let the children rise.

Yesterday was Mothers’ Day, and it was a happy one for me. I treated myself to Funeral, by Arcade Fire, cause five dollar downloads on Amazon are awesome. I was originally looking at Pearl Jam Vs., but their albums weren’t as reasonable as I thought, and I am trying to be better about these things. I am also resisting a strong urge to get The Freelancer’s Guide by Kristine Kathryn Rusch and The Broken Kingdoms by N.K. Jemisin.

The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms on sale for 2.99 was too tempting however. Orbit is running a promotion because it’s nominated for a Hugo. I’m not getting my paper copy back from Renee anyway.

I love when my friends enjoy the books I share. Need to convert them all to nook.

Back to the mission, I caught Arcade Fire on Palladia, and then they showed up when I was looking at the fifty dollar Pumpkins rarities collection. Pearl Jam and Pumpkins are my teenage years. Arcade Fire is a strange mix of Modest Mouse and Pumpkins to my ears, and thus, I am in love.

I am going to get so much work done today.

The original reason I went after Pearl Jam on Amazon was due to “Animal” being stuck in my head, but then I realized there was also “Daughter” on Vs., and isn’t that a twisted song for Moms’ Day. “Don’t call me daughter…the pictures left will remind you”.

A song that can be interpreted in many ways.

Another song for Mothers’ Day could be “Daughters” by John Mayer, one song in a long line of hits designed to charm the hell out of every woman alive. “Mothers be good to your daughters…girls become lovers, who turn into mothers, so fathers be good to your daughters too”.

Ah, well, maybe he’s a bit strange when taken out of context too.

The book I am working on has to do with fathers who weren’t good to their daughters. I’ve been mucking along a bit, but think I have it now. Magic and love go together. Now to write it.

In short, be good to your sons and daughters, mothers, cause it all runs down the line. “Dogwood” is a reflection of that as well.  This next one, “Lithe”, is how your daughter feels when you don’t.

There are many traditions I would like to keep from the boy.

I watched them
with you
strong and supple gymnasts
lithe and free in their movements
as I never was.

I know I’ve been
a disappointment to you
I feel your disapproving stare
across the miles.

You wanted a lithe little girl
who danced
and ate with grace
who never complained
no steps out of place.

I won’t be your martyr
this score you want
to settle with the world
is not my battle
is not my way
is not my place.

I observe the dance
and write about it.
I observe your pain
and write about it.
I dance in the rain
and write about it.
I lose my pain
and write about it.

Through it all
I feel
your stare
is not my talent.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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