Unsung

Shavano Steadman

You turn your head to fight

Back the tears that cloud your sight

Kiss her lips goodnight

Tell her that it will be alright

All the while wishing for that night

Back, to make a change

Search to find the range

In your heart’s ability to love a mistake

You lie and say you love her

Think of her as your baby’s mother

Nothing more nothing less

Black and white in color

You kissed her lips that night

Claiming it will be alright

If you gave her all you had

Everything dressed in white

You see the fear inside her eyes

As the doctor goes inside

You smell the tears that rise

And you hold her hand and cry

That is the beauty of poetry

It sings my unsung lullaby