THE RETURN IN WHITE
I've never much believed in magic,
Yet my white rabbit came back.
He's here; I hold him close,
Look deep into his eyes.
And what I see...
A prisoner, a citizen,
An old man, a father—my father.
A quiet understanding,
Where all my questions cease.
Rolph David
Wed 12th Mar 2025 16:58
Hello Naomi,
What stands out so beautifully in your poem is the quiet depth of the piece — how something as simple and gentle as holding a white rabbit becomes a profound moment of connection and realisation. The way you move from disbelief in magic to the return of this rabbit feels like an unexpected gift, a symbol of something much deeper. And then, the layers unfold — seeing not just an animal, but a reflection of your father, of humanity, of life itself. That moment of "quiet understanding, where all my questions cease" is so powerful — as if love, memory, and acceptance come together in a single gaze. It's tender, mysterious, and full of emotion without ever needing to say too much. Fantastic words!
Regards,
Rolph