The Day Elvis Died I Cried

The day Elvis died

I cried.

 

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?

 

Joy!

It was the joyful challenge

Of those early days,

That smile, frank and saucy.

And dancing!

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!

Freedom.

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.

 

 

◄ My Dad Said

Christmas Eve Miracle ►

Comments

Kate G

Mon 31st Dec 2018 22:20

Music, and musicians, hold incredible power don't they? They give us the soundtrack of our lives.... So that when we hear a piece of music, we are transported back. I was deployed overseas with the Australian Army and on our visits to remote villages, we would often play Tracy Chapman. When I hear Tracy now, it takes me right back and I can smell the jungle and betel nut. Truly wonderful Cynthia, thanks so much for sharing that moment.

Profile image

Graham Sherwood

Fri 23rd Nov 2018 13:11

I'm rather intrigued that (apart from yourself CBT) no other women have commented on the passing of their musical icons. My sister wept for a week when The King died and spent 24 hours in a cinema watching his complete filmography (if that is a word) in one sitting!

For me it will the eventual passing of His Bobness. I'm not looking forward to it. Cohen was the most recent and before that George Harrison.

Music and words do carve their way into one's psyche somewhat!

A nicely worded piece Cynthia.

Profile image

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 23rd Nov 2018 10:34

Gentlemen, how splendid that you have taken a moment to comment, to share. Thank you.

Profile image

Wolfgar Miere

Fri 23rd Nov 2018 10:08

Hi Cynthia,

this conveys really well how we don't realise the impact some people have upon our lives until they are suddenly gone.

It does seem strange how people we don't know personally can impact us in such a way, but as you have illustrated here it is the associated memories that often bring home the loss.

For me it was John Peel and Joe Strummers passing that pulled me up somewhat. They were both relatively young and had given me some reassurance and confidence when I was a solitary sad oik.

David.

Profile image

Jon Stainsby

Thu 22nd Nov 2018 20:15

Marc Bolan - he died the same month.

Profile image

Brian Maryon

Thu 22nd Nov 2018 17:47

Ditto John Lennon.

Profile image

Trevor Alexander

Thu 22nd Nov 2018 15:16

It's strange when someone you've known for years but never met can have such an effect. I had a similar experience when David Bowie died.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message