The Parasol

    You are the loveliest parasol
        I ever saw, - and all my own, -
    What frilly frills! I feel as tall
    As mother now. Here! take my doll.
        Dolls are for children - ladies grown
    Have parasols, and fans, and rings,
    And all those pretty, shiny things.

    Nurse calls you "sunshade," but I think
        That is too plain a word, for see!
    You are so satiny and pink
    And there is such a curly kink
        Here in your handle, there could be
    No name too fine, I love you so,
    I'll take you everywhere I go.

    Next Sunday when to church I walk,
        Above my head I'll hold you high.
    Oh! how the other girls will talk,
    And maybe some of them will mock,
        "How proud she feels," as I pass by -
    I'd hold you up, straight down the aisle,
    If only people wouldn't smile.

Helen Leah Reed

Helen Leah Reed (1860-1926) was an American author and poet, renowned for her contributions to children's literature and her historical novels. She was an influential literary figure of her time, often remembered for her stories that blended education with entertainment. Reed's works reflected her deep knowledge and interest in history, making her a notable figure in early 20th-century American literature.

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