sometimes Shakespeare mired him 

                                        King John

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, 

Lies in (her) bed, walks up and down with me,

Puts on (her) pretty looks, repeats (her) words,

Remembers me of all (her) gracious parts

Stuffs out (her) vacant garments with (her) form. 

                                                    (3.4.93 – 97)

he remembers dailywakes daily to her 

                                          not being Here

he didnt think absence could weigh as heavy

hed suffered many

none

he wasnt going to shrug her off

hadnt ever

            once after hupping their daughter up on his shoulders he remembered his wife ask When are you going to put her down, let her walk?

he answered askew as a matter of fact didnt turn to face her answered the blue ether or anyone who overheard When I can no longer pick her up 

                             on occasion as a fullgrown woman when the mood struck them for the simple fuck of it 

theyd revisit her youth hed squat shed get on his shoulders hed stand an walkround they were humoured by looks and the looks-not-wanting-to-be-seen-looking

screwballs

            like father like daughter 

   so serious Shakespeare

                              Serious serious serious 

he plucked from the spiderweb wonderful happy moments to help offset his weighted sorrow    

1229,  Reggaefriday,  14  7. 23

1111, Sunday, 16  7. 23

Tony Allen  Kindness  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmoiqE1UT4M