time for some familial pride

so as i was cleaning out my wardrobe, i came across a folded piece of paper wedged into a shoebox. Boy am i glad I decided to see what it was before i threw it out. Here it is:

Kaddish by Roy Runds

He carried me on his shoulders;
loving, caring,
great heart and glowing mind,
firm and gentle,
fighting with strength and spirit
his setbacks and
those who would harm him and his kin;
finding refuge from
the bearers of the twisted cross
and the wooden cross;
he suffered others' failings,
forbore with his ill fate,
broke the bonds of his lusts and snares;
he was not devout,
but paid homage to God;
he could feel pity or contempt,
never hatred;
had scarce the will to kill
a weed or a bug;
was vain but not proud,
sneered at snobs;
he found a fitting spouse,
doted on his dear ones,
gave richly of his goodness;
he loved life but
did not fear death.
I still ride on his shoulders.
Father, O my father.