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Full of Memories Trilogy: Part 2: Chapters 4-6

Part 2:
Chapter 4: Knowing the Old Woman
Knowing where I want to be
As I stand at the mantle looking at the pictures.
But then I turn around, as the door swings open.
I grab my pipe and walk towards the door.
A soft autumn breeze has come into the cottage.
I walk out the door and slam it shut,
Making it tightly shut so it won’t swing open.
I sit down onto the log that fell last winter
In front of my cottage and I made it into a bench.
And I light my pipe taking in the autumn breeze.
Then there to my right, I have come to see
A child of thirteen, looking likes one of those Ashlars.
Looking like she was as white as a lighthouse beacon
Or a bouquet of orchid fleur.
And I certainly can talk to this piece of carnage
And offer her a goblet
Of tea as a bargain.
Then I’ll alter
And have her wrench
In my grasp and have myself to appease.
As much to my wonder, she came up to me.
Then I’d barked, “What you staring at, you rascal?
Not come to rob me, ‘ave ya?”
I knew I startled the child,
For the child had jumped back scared and nodding.
I stand and walk to my door and opened it
“Come have tea with me,” I said.
I heard her coming.
And then we came into my little cottage
Which was candle lit.

The child looked around, that I could see.
To her, I knew, was historical.
I’m thinking to myself, “Now I ‘ave ya.”
As I went about the cottage to gather the items and set them as wild
I said, “Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable,” as I was aiming
To catch her in my mitt,
As the child sat down for the smelling of the cookies, who, of course, I fed.
I handed her a cookie and told her stories of my ancestors as I was bending
Her will until it was passed the sky after moonlit.

Then I showed her the guest bed
And when she fell asleep, all the cookies I fed
Her with had begun to take effect.
She said in the candle lit room, my plan was perfect,
About her family of Ashlars
And where she lived while dreaming of dreamt pictures.
I scurried off and destroyed the family and what was inside.
I destroyed the evidence, which could’ve backslide.
When I came to my cottage, the child was awake
And showed me the way to her house which made her heart break.
So I took her in with me
And taught her to be courtly.
Chapter 5: The Dying Woman
Then I showed her the guest bed
And when she fell asleep, all the cookies I fed
Her with had begun to take effect.
She said in the candle lit room, my plan was perfect,
About her family of Ashlars
And where she lived while dreaming of dreamt pictures.
I scurried off and destroyed the family and what was inside.
I destroyed the evidence, which could’ve backslide.
When I came to my cottage, the child was awake
And showed me the way to her house which made her heart break.
So I took her in with me
and taught her to be courtly.
As the years went passed,
the child has become a beautiful young woman
And I have become too old and fragile
And my mind has become confused with fantasy and reality.
Anytime I had a fit, I would leak out a secret or two.
So one day, I let it known to what I did with the Ashlars.
Before I realized on what I had said, I found her bed untouched
And a note explaining that she had run off.
Now I realize what my mistake the moment I read the note.
I went around the valley where the Indians still grazed
And I went around the nearest town to find the Ashlars girl.
There were times when I approach someone and they would have an omen
For they were afraid I was one of the fairy folk and they looked fearful.
I looked all over the place until I came about an abbey.
And the monks at the abbey, I asked them to look for the girl so I can say adieu.
They brought the Ashlars girl who was with the available bachelors


In town but she was still untouched.
She asked the monks to help treat a cough
That I had for days and could not create an antidote.
She was surprised and amazed
That I hadn’t died and made her churl.
There in the abbey I laid
And my eyes began to fade
And I called the girl to come to say my last wishes
I wanted her to burn my body into ashes.
And I told her to keep the cottage
Since she could use it for marriage.
As I said my last wishes to her


She told me that she was marrying a banker.
At last someone who can take care of the girl
Who would treat her as a pearl.
I closed my eyes and dreamt
She never did attempt
To wake me.

Chapter 6: The Banker's mother
There in the abbey I laid
and my eyes began to fade
and I called the girl to come to say my last wishes,
I wanted her to burn my body into ashes.
And I told her to keep the cottage
since she could use it for marriage.
As I said my last wishes to her,
she told me that she was marrying a banker.
At last someone who can take care of the girl
who would treat her as a pearl.
I closed my eyes and dreamt
She never did attempt
to wake me.
As I have passed away,
I was still in the abbey but saw my body
in the bed that the monks had laid me.
I saw a man coming behind the Ashlars girl
and she looked up with a tear stained face
and met with the man’s face who didn’t look like a monk.
His face is in the shadows still and when he came to the light,
I realized that he’s my son.
I should’ve known he became a banker.
Now I know that our autumn village blood would go on.
He brought with him a bouquet
And rested it on me as I look dreamy.
He bowed and the Ashlars girl does the curtsy.
A monk approaches with a ring that has a pearl
And there at the altar a priest came to pace
With a monk
Behind him and the wedding began as the two began to recite.
After my son and the girl have wed, they went to the cottage as she looks like a beacon.
“I remember when this cottage was still made of cedar,”
said my son as he touched the hanging argon.
The girl turns around looking surprised
Her expression could not be disguised.
“The old woman who died in the abbey was my mother,”
my son said, as his wife was to be in anger.
And then he lightly kissed her lips
As he was on his way to get a cup to have a sip
Of wine
“What would be supper for us to dine?”
asks my son as he sat down
and drinking the wine, as he later became a clown.
I wanted to smack and yell
Before someone rung the bell.
Later that year, the Ashlars girl have gave birth
To a little girl who was not her father’s worth.
After his daughter’s birth, he killed himself.
By hanging in a room behind the bookshelf.​

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