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Cypress Mom

She stands
to the earth,
looking out and up.
The child holds tight,
Knows her resolve.
Together bound,
they lean beyond.


9 replies on “Cypress Mom”


The cypress stump caught my eye.
Your poem magnified it, glorified it.
I love it.

My father owned a farm that was bounded by the Pocomoke Swamp
(on the Eastern Shore of Md). Back ‘in the day’ we cooked and heated
with wood.

We used ‘fatwood’ as a fire starter. It seems that when trees die, particularly
those in the pine/cypress family, the sap/pitch pools in the bottom of the remaining stump.
The most common source of fatwood was from trees that had been hit by lightning.. “Lightered”
wood was in great demand in those days, and it was not uncommon for the visiting Tinker to have
lightered wood for sale as well as his services of mending pots and pans.

Your writing has a way of ‘taking me home’

Thank you!



Thank you, Sarah. Cypress knees have fascinated me for a long time. I have many photographs from winter walks when the water is down. I call them Cypress People and often write a few lines, maybe a haiku or two. They bring to mind my literary walk with the writings of Opal Whitley. The “knees” are growths above the roots considered by some botanists either to help anchor the tree in muddy soil or to help the roots in air exchange. The science isn’t available to prove either so I turn them into Cypress People who live under the baldcypress of shallow-water swamps. I’m glad we share the same “home.” I have a “lightered” log in my garden decorated with blue bottles. Did the Tinker use moist bread dough to fix the holes in pots and pans?
Thank you again for encouragement.


Hi Ptc

Beautiful poem in its wisdom and spare language! The Cypress is like a maternal guardian looking after that which blooms and passes through her wooded garden. You convey this with lovely personification and the last lines are perfect —

The child there waiting
Knows her resolve.
Together bound,
they lean beyond.

Yes, “together bound/they lean beyond”, that wording alone is worth the read. They are spiritually drawn to each other and lean toward the beauty/wisdom of nature, the physical growth of body and limbs and the elemental climate of weather and spirit. I really can relate to this poem!

Thank you for sharing it!
My Best



I hadn’t heard of bread dough for mending pots, I bet it would work (at least for a short time)

Our Tinker was very forward thinking. He used Mendets. They were on a card and sold for a nickel
or dime and they were three cents more if he “installed” them. I remember he used to say he couldn’t
guarantee them if he didn’t ‘install’ them.

Those were the days, my friend. : )



I have many cypress knee “family” photos and couldn’t find the one that inspired the poem when I was publishing. I was looking for something else this week when she surfaced. I felt a sweet reunion. She was photographed in the days before digital and her poem taped to a window facing in my small studio space. Now they are together in a peaceful pub surrounded by a supportive family of words and pics. Having the right photo, I put the child’s line back together, “holding tight.” Thanks to you, Sarah, for space to share and grow. Have a good day.

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