My Father
The memory of my father is wrapped in a white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work.
Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat,
he drew love from his small body,
and the rivers of his hands overflowed with good deeds.
-Yehuda Amichai
Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat,
he drew love from his small body,
and the rivers of his hands overflowed with good deeds.
-Yehuda Amichai