My Father -- Yehuda Amichai

Guest poem sent in by Raj Palaniswamy

(Poem #1437) 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. -- Yehuda Amichai

I saw this some months ago on the subway I take to work, part of the "Poetry
in Motion" series, that originated in New York and is now in several other
cities.  The first two lines are so powerful, anything said about them would
not do any justice. My father has been, unfortunately, just a memory for
many years, but an extremely alive and significant one. He would have turned
68 a few days ago, and I was reminded of this poem on his birthday.

Poetry in Motion® is a program that was developed by the Poetry Society of
America and the MTA New York City Transit in 1992 to make bus and subway
riding a more pleasurable and enlightening experience. Inspired by a similar
program in the London Underground, the program places poem-placards in the
spaces usually reserved for advertisements in subway cars and buses. Since
its founding 10 years ago, the program has expanded to 14 cities across the
country, reaching 13 million people daily. It is funded by the NEA.

Raj Palaniswamy