Meet Sherry Scott -- one of the "V Girls." In other words she is participating in Paris Community Theatre's Off Plaza Production of Eve Ensler's "The Vagina Monologues." (For more info, see Soul Searchingor purchase tickets here). She is also a poet and the author of a book that I loved called "The Year My Mother Died: a Memoir." (For more on that see -- Something New ). As I just described in On Hot Pink Coats and Women, we are re-experiencing the mystery of womanhood at practice. After our last rehearsal, Sherry sent us this poem, which resonates our collective experience, both in our childhood and in our now. We all loved it and know you will enjoy.
These Women Surround Me
Out of the depths they have birthed me, ushered me into their midst and have never let me go
I sat at their table and when I couldn’t eat they made me tea and held my hand
Their touch upon my brow brought me pleasure validated me in ways I never would have recognized when young
Their words have saved me from self undoing They have loved me as I could not They have shared and caused me not to be afraid
They believed when I didn’t They stayed when I chose to leave They welcomed me back time and again
They taught me to hear music dance to the strains encouraged me to pretend never doubting I would find my way back
Off key, out of touch blinded by love they watched and did not speak when I insisted on pain.
They speak to me from the grave Their blood runs through my veins The countless others known by face or by name urge me on And while I remain surrounded by these I surge forward