January 8, 1935, Behold! Now the dream doth come,
In the form of a tiny infant, the dream has begun.
A dream of beauty...of songs unsung,
A dream of happiness and peace of mind,
A dream of love that would forever bind,
Our hearts and souls in ecstasy so pure,
That the dream would last...would forever endure.
On this day icicles glistened like the star of long ago,
Around the little house at the end of the row.
The day was bitter cold and would end with grief
Because a little "Prince's'" life would be very brief.
But at the same time a "King" was born to us
Whose name, life and voice would become synonymous
With music, laughter, kindness, humility, understanding and love;
Anything less from him was totally unheard of..
January 8, 1935, gives us reason to celebrate
As his life of sharing and caring we can never overrate.
It was 50 years ago today that his heart began to sing,
So let the horns blow, the cymbals clang, the drums beat and bells ring.
Fly the banners, bake the cakes and let us join together
To give thanks for the birth of one who was unlike any other..

Happy Golden Anniversary dear, beloved friend,
Our gift to you, Elvis AaronPresley, is Love without end.
By: Joan Buchanan West