From Elijah Plummer:
| In your childhood we played in the yard “Paradise” was no further than the fence line It was our canvas of joy upon which we painted All the colors of loves imagination.Afterwards, years later, when that love had learned the pain of distance, i found my way back into that yard. the “loquatz” tree was full as usual and |
Paraphrased from Cynthia’s description of this piece:
Cynthia’s son Elijah wrote this for his cousin Bethany, who was like a little sister to him. He would go stay with the family nearly every weekend for several years before he passed away at age twenty-six.
Though he wrote many sad poems, he lived with passion and purpose. Psychology fascinated him, and he may have been somewhere on the autistic spectrum. He was a beautiful soul, and I am honored to share this piece of his with you.
Cynthia Lamanna may be reached at cynthialamanna@yahoo.com