The Day Elvis Died I Cried
The day Elvis died
I woke up early for the forecast.
Rain or no rain - time - density -
Made a huge difference
In the activity of our Craft Shop
Especially over the lunch hour.
My mind was already clicking
With plans to cope.
The twins were still fast asleep.
My husband droned quietly beside me.
A sonorous voice intoned:
'We interrupt this programme …
Elvis Presley has died.'
And BAM! I burst into tears.
My startled husband reached over
'What on earth!'
'Elvis Presley has died,' I sobbed.
'OK. I'm sorry.
What's the matter with you?'
He was groggy.
I flopped back on the pillow
And buried my face under the sheet.
What WAS the matter with me?
It was the joyful challenge
Of those early days,
That smile, frank and saucy.
Sharing that driving beat with exuberant friends
Through every fibre of your body
Wild - free – provocative.
Those pulsing, teenage years
Throwing off the tethers of children
Before adulthood must draw reins again.
Naive, wonderful years in celebration of Life -
Dancing – dancing – dancing!
It was freedom
Never after so completely known.
I had no idea how much I had loved him
Until the day he died
And I cried.