While sorting through a drawer <br />in my old treasure store <br />I came across a little white rabbit <br />almost forgotten there, <br />as I picked it up <br />my memory danced back <br />to the person who gave it <br />to me forty odd years ago. <br />I could remember her blue eyes, <br />her shoulder length blonde hair, <br />and that gentle smile of this lady fair. <br />She was at one time the love of my life, <br />long before I met my wife. <br />My love could not be returned <br />as she was seeing someone else, <br />but a friend she was, <br />and a friend she will always remain, <br />until my dying breath. <br />As I look at the little white rabbit, <br />dreamy eyes I become, <br />I drift back all those years, <br />and for a brief second or two. <br />I smile to myself, <br />and wrap the little white rabbit up, <br />putting it back in the drawer, <br />so I can remember, <br />that lost long distant love I had once more.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-white-rabbit/
