This is a reading of Parts 5 and 6 of my longest free-verse poem, Unsung Heroes, about the lives of quiet heroism and self-reliance in overcoming adversity. The first four parts of the poem deal with the lives of my grandparents, and the last two read here of my parents.

As I note in the introduction to the poem:

Although I stand on the shoulders of giants,

I see little farther than the bridge of my none.

The fault is mine.

The shame is mine.

For I am unworthy of you, my beloved dead.