It is August 16, 1978, Wednesday.
One year ago,
today, we were told ELVIS had gone away.
Today I stand
in the midst of a multitude,
all sad, but no one is rude.
no pushing, no trying to get ahead,
before long they would stand before his final bed.
The sound of
his music floats softly through the air
shops across the street, because they also care.
blossoms of every color are everywhere you look.
And some will
be taken home and pressed in a book.
come from everywhere the world over,
Canada, Japan, and the White Cliffs of Dover.
Some came by
car, some by bus, some by plane;
The heat of
the day did not deter them from the reason they came.
We all stood
for hours in the lines,
All, with but
one thing on our minds,
To pay our
respects and leave a token of our love
And to pray
for strength until we meet again the “Mansion” up above.
I am sure he
was smiling at the crowd below,
were there, our love for him to show.
little folks, old folks, and many in between;
there were the poor,
they came from every scene.
Harold Lloyd, who loved him so much,
spoke with us and we were very touched.
He was so
sincere and honest and tried to make us feel at ease,
As we stood
and talked, under the Graceland trees.
You could see
the pain still in his eyes as he spoke,
And now and
then, filled with emotion, he would send for a Coke
Hoping to get
control of himself once again,
knew the questions were about to begin,
wanted to answer, to set the record straight---
It did not
matter if the time was early or very late.
has the patience of Job,
For on his
shoulders he carries a heavy load.
be very pleased with this man
guard daily over his beautiful land.
we have come to pay homage to our King;
He knows that
since ELVIS left, we spend our time remembering
The joy and
pleasure and happiness he brought,
And he also
knows that this Wednesday we are still distraught.
And though in
pain himself, he does his very best
To ease our
hurt and help us through the test
this Wednesday, this FIRST ANNIVERSARY,
A day which,
if we had “Our Way”, would never have come to be.
And 29 years later
the feelings have not changed.
The day is as fresh as though just born…..
that will in truth never age,
only change through the powers that be….
feelings we have can not be controlled by anyone or anything.
As with his
beauty and his music, our love and faithfulness will never waver; years only
age the body but the will and the memories lives forever.
They are passed on
to the next generation
as are the finest of jewels and the most beautiful of
As the watering of the gardens
keep the flowers blooming and renewing
themselves each year,
our tears will keep renewing him for all those to come and
fill our shoes. June 8, 1006.
© Joan Buchanan West
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for so graciously sharing her beautiful heart touching poem !!!
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