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Full of Memories Trilogy: Part 1: Chapters 1-3

Chapter 1: Afternoon Tea
As I walk along a woody path
I notice a little cottage beside it.
And in front of it sat a little old woman
with leaf-like clothing with colors of the Fall
I approach the woman with such curiosity.
"What you staring' at, you rascal?
Not come to rob me, 'ave ya?" asks the woman angrily.
I jump back startled and surprise, shaking my head.
She grunts as she stands and walks to her house.
"Come in and have tea with me," said the woman.

I walked behind her, refusing to see her wrath.
Once inside, the cottage was candle lit.
Small tables and chairs and walls covered with writings of omen.
Portraits of people hanging on the mantle, both big and small.
Some looked rather disdained and filled with frailty.
Others tired, old, weary, and historical.
And also seems like they liked to live dangerously
with scars on their faces, making the life they may have lead.
"My great-great grandma once had a mouse,"
said the woman.

"Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable."
The woman had laid out the items for the afternoon tea.
Smelling the cookies, I quickly sat down in the little chair.
I grimaced as the chair groaned under my weight.
She pours the tea into a small cup
and gave me a cookie, which smells really good.
Then we start talking about the years of seasons
And so many other things that we lost track of time.
After we realized that we had talked through the afternoon
and into the morning, she guided me to a guest bed and slept.

I woke with a start in a position that was uncomfortable.
Then I realized that the afternoon tea was a dream
and am wrestling with my tangled hair.
I come into the kitchen and saw on my table a paper with a date.
And also some scribbling about a hut
Through the paper was some faint coloration that is really good.
Then the dream came to me with reasons
to be held about my crime.
Thinking of the leaves coloring in my mind like yellow and maroon.
and thinking of the woman whom I owe to with my debt.
Chapter 2: A Child's Dream
I woke with a start in a position that was uncomfortable.
Then I realized that the afternoon tea was a dream
and am wrestling with my tangled hair.
I come into the kitchen and saw on my table a paper with a date.
And also some scribbling about a hut.
Through the paper was some faint coloration that is really good.
Then the dream came to me with reasons
to be held about my crime.
Thinking of the leaves coloring in my mind like yellow and maroon.
And thinking of the woman whom I owe to with my debt.

As I look up, I see a pair of eyes glaring at me from the table.
Seeing the reflection of a woman I once knew;
No longer to be the same as she used to be.
Snapping back into reality,
it is just what I've been hiding from all these years.
Looking back into the eyes of a child,
I notice the same features as the old woman.
I stand here wondering of what I've witnessed
there laid the items for the afternoon tea
on the plastic play set of my daughter's.

There was the chair I sat in which is now bent below the table.
A plastic cookie that I had now had a bite in it on top of a team
of other fake cookies and now I wouldn’t dare
to look at my daughter's tear stained face, reminding me of the date
in the old woman's hut.
And now I feel like a complete dud.
In all my years and seasons,
destroying my daughter's dream is my crime
and I'm mentalizing that I'm on a quicksand dune
for having my daughter's play set and imagination wrecked.
Now I'm completely uncomfortable
of the damage and wondering what was my due
of the bill so I can see
her happy again without frailty.
She is what I hold as I did with the woman as my dears
and She didn’t see me go wild
at this table of such bad omen
that my daughter has witnessed.
If this is what I'll be,
then I'll be in the beef slaughters.
Chapter 3: The Last Alaskan Thought
Now I'm completely uncomfortable
of the damage and wondering what was my due
of the bill so I can see
her happy again without frailty.
She is what I hold as I did with the woman as my dears
and She didn’t see me go wild
at this table of such bad omen
that my daughter has witnessed.
If this is what I'll be,
then I'll be in the beef slaughters.

Seeing what I have destroyed has sent a strange chill down my spine,
remembering the woman who I haven’t seen in years.
For the snow clouds start to rumble in the east,
my day is rather dark as I feel the freezing wind on my face.
First, dreaming of the old woman in the woods that one autumn day.
Now, I’ve discovered that I’ve ruined my daughter’s play set.
The darkness in my mind has caused me to feel so bitter about myself.
As I sit here on this park bench on a winter afternoon,
I listen to the winter wind and heard the old woman’s voice.
It sounded as chilling as the wind.

The wind got stronger and unbearable
and it started to snow and the flurries had whitely dew
the ground and there are bare spots to see.
Now since I’m back to reality,
I began to have my fears
that all my thoughts went back to my child
and the old woman.
I don’t know how much my daughter witnessed
but I knew that she realized it wasn’t me.
I wonder how that greatly impacted my daughter’s

Mind. But I’m sure she’ll be fine.
With all my years,
I’m remembering that feast
at the old woman’s place.
Away from home and was allowed to stay
For the night and seeing my debt
Owed to woman, I allowed myself
To bring her along with me to my house which had soon
Be ransacked and everything inside was destroyed and everyone gone and I had no choice
But to stay with the woman who had grinned.

Now the snow is getting worse
and I am slightly submerse
under the snow.
Thinking about my daughter, I went through the flow
of snow and wind
Which prickled my exposed skin if I had sinned.
I walked for 18 miles in the Alaskan snow.
Wild winds blowing across the snow covered chateau.
When I came inside the house,
it is as warm as a smokehouse​

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