Best Poems Written by Alyson Lang

Innocence

The scissors snips strands 
off my little head. 
I can’t move. 
“You must not ruin the surprise.”

A brown curtain, 
covers my mouth and 
my eyes. Her voice is calm
as she continues to lie. 

Then, her hands shake
and hair falls to the floor. 
A quick yelp escapes.
Droplets land on my shoulder. 

And now for the truth, 
she wants me ready and good. 
The mirror shows our faces, 
our black dresses and lilies.

Copyright © Alyson Lang | Year Posted 2019