Part 4 If Oak Trees Could Talk

15 Jun

Part 4 If Oak Trees Could Talk

If Oak Trees Could Talk!  Inspirational Romance/Suspense

If Oak Trees Could Talk!
Inspirational Romance/Suspense


Hello Everyone!  I’m so glad that you chose to take the time to join me again either to read or to listen today for

 Part 4 If Oak Trees Could Talk! 

I have just finished doing a local  Art show and a book signing event this past weekend of all my books!  I love getting out and meeting new friends!  I am doing this video blog in hopes of gaining new friends as well! 


Chapter 2


A Momma’s love!

As Henry lay upon his bed holding his precious Helen, she quickly drifted off to sleep.  Henry too should have been sound asleep by now especially after taking his medication, but he began to think of his daughter Amelia and then his little precious mother.  Suddenly tears filled Henry’s eyes as he once again visited the old Oak tree.

“Why should I even want to remember my Momma’s funeral?”  Henry questioned.  “I would much rather remember how loving and kind she was. It makes me sad that I can hardly remember what she looked like.  It’s been so long since she passed.  I remember she always smelled like vanilla, or lemon or one of those spices.  Bless her heart she probably had no choice as she lived her life in the kitchen cooking for folk.  I remember she was usually the first one to take food over to a neighbor if they needed something.  She was a Godly woman, she truly loved everyone.  I don’t recall her ever saying an unkind word about anybody.  These are the things old friend that I want to remember. Not the pain of my heart shattering into what felt like a million pieces when she left us.

Do you know what I remember old friend? One time I fell and scraped both of my knees up so badly that they bled and bled.   Every time I would bend them they bled even more.  My dear Momma carried me around for probably a week, with my Dad telling her all the while to let me down and let me grow up.  She took a lot because of me and my brother Gerald.  Gerald, I wonder where he is? I remember folks kept telling me to get her a wheelchair when she got so weak, but I insisted on carrying her where she wanted to go.  I guess it was because she carried me.  Anyway, yes old friend, I remember when we put my Momma in the ground, right underneath one of your outstretched branches.  God love her heart.  I ached all over with pain of missing her.  Yep, I came running to you over and over again just like I had always done. I was heartbroken and didn’t know how to deal with my Momma’s passing away. Do you know what old friend? I think I’ve always come to you because you’ve always been like my Momma.  You never done anything but listen to me regardless of what trouble I got myself into.  I always found comfort by telling you my thoughts when I was hurting.  It felt almost like the kind of comfort that my Momma gave me when I scraped my knees.  After we buried her beside you, I sort of felt like she was there every time I came to you.”

Thanks again for “Tuning in!” I would love to hear from you!  You can either contact me through my website  or simply  comment after you watch the Youtube Videos of If Oak Trees Could Talk! Until next time, have a great week!

4 Responses to “Part 4 If Oak Trees Could Talk”

  1. Dolores Ayotte June 15, 2015 at 12:44 pm #

    Good morning Christine…I loved listening to your video and hearing the sound of your voice. I found it very comforting as you read to me. It was the next best thing to meeting you in person!
    God bless,


  2. authorartistmomof2 June 15, 2015 at 4:54 pm #

    Thank you SimpleLivingOver50 that you are a great supporter! I do appreciate all of the likes!



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