Lisa Mariepresley

Threads connect us to things in the past A song a happening or person we think would last Where were you when it happened then Is stamped to come back to replay in your memory again I remember the day Elvis died in a news flash That woke me up on afternoon shift so brash Dying alone in his bedroom seemed out of place My first thought that day was what a waste You wonder about history repeating itself you say With his only daughter Lisa Marie dying in a similar way And it severs a link from my past memory So sad for Elvis’ daughter to pass so similarly. © Paul Warren Poetry