My Father

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.

Poem topics: , , , ,

Rate this poem:

Add My Father poem to your favorites

Add Poet Yehuda Amichai to your favorites

Popular Poets

Omar Jamirah (0 poems)
Bai Juyi (0 poems)
Edward Lear (230 poems)
Hilaire Belloc (29 poems)
Vachel Lindsay (183 poems)
William Vaughn Moody (7 poems)
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (238 poems)
Isabella Valancy Crawford (53 poems)
Charles Baudelaire (48 poems)
Lola Ridge (77 poems)

Popular Poems

The Empty Quatrain, by Henry Van Dyke
The Truth Teller, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Living Torch, by Charles Baudelaire
The Wild Common, by David Herbert Lawrence
Psalm 102 Part 2, by Isaac Watts
Ã? Trois Et Quatre Fois Malheureuse La Terre, by Joachim du Bellay
M. M., by George Meredith
The Pilgrimage To Mecca, by George Canning
The Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving, by Edgar Albert Guest
The Seed, by Robert William Service