The memory of my father is wrapped up in <br />white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work. <br /> <br />Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits <br />out of his hat, he drew love from his small body, <br /> <br />and the rivers of his hands <br />overflowed with good deeds.<br /><br />Yehuda Amichai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-father-2/
