Shorn child
A girl cries with sorrow when her hair is cut against her wishes.Shorn child He cut my hair off Lock by lock, Hair Mother brushed for me near our blazing fire. and tied my hair back as a pony tail stretching my eyebrows Slanting outwards. He cut my hair off Lock by lock, Hair that Aunt Cecil Would not brush while She had me in her home. Mother absent banished me there Tell her ,no. Father, sister didn’t you care? He cut my hair off Lock by lock fleeing to the garden I sobbed and sobbed...