The memory of my father is wrapped up in
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.
My Father
Yehuda Amichai
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Poem topics: father, memory, work, white, good, small, body, paper, Valentine's Day, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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