A poem about a woman married to a man who loves an object or a thing more than his wife.

13 Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 14 I press on toward the goal to win t...

I never had to say goodbye to my brothers at age 10. This poem was written over 40 years after their sudden overnight death. I could finally say goodbye after realizing that I would see them heaven.