How many people remember my mother, Jean G. Curry, I wonder. She lives on in her book of poems. After she passed away, I found the rejection letter from a well-known publishing house, so I knew she would like to see her poetry in print. Marlene Bagnull suggested I make copies at the local copying center, since I didn’t want editing—just printing as is. I made and gave away 150 copies. Also, I have the recordings for an audio book. I called the book Life after the following poem.
Sometimes it seems that life is like
A ship out on the sea,
Which must someday come back to land
Though rough the shore may be.
Some travel on through placid seas
And come to rest on sand
While storms drive others crashing
On the rocks to reach the land.
What have you done when life threw you against a rocky shore? Can you pray about it?
Cathy Curry Smith 