Nicole Notaro
"The Gift"
My friends gave me "what they called a gift."
It will give you a high, give you a lift.
My parents had warned me about this kind of stuff.
Don't smoke it, don't snort and don't ever huff.
Be careful who you pick as friends,
true colors always come out in the end.
Her words went in one ear and out the other,
what does she know, "she's only my mother."
For a second or two, I had to choose,
If I take this stuff, what will I lose?
Come on said my friends, are you in or not?
And I nodded my head with no second thought.
Don't take this whole, lets crush it instead,
The high is much better, goes straight to your head.
Sniff through this straw, you know how it's done,
But, I should have known better, I should have run!
The drug went into my nose, right up to my brain,
But instead of a high, all I felt was pain.
Panic was rising, I yelled my head hurts,
My throat feels like its all clogged with dirt.
I cannot breathe, there is no air,
This can't be happening this isn't fair.
I grabbed my head and fell to the ground,
My friends were just staring, there wasn't a sound.
The blood it was coming out from my ears,
My nose and my mouth and even my tears.
The pain that was in my head at first,
Moved into my chest, my heart had now burst.
My friends why are you standing there?
Why aren't you helping, why don't you care?
Call for some help, call Mom and Dad,
They'll help me out even if they are mad.
Instead they just left me there on the floor,
Grabbed all their stuff and went out he door.
These friends of mine that I held so dear,
Had just watched me die and left me here.
For more that twelve hours, I laid this way,
They didn't come back until the very next day.
The ambulance, cops and the coroner came,
I knew that my parents would not be the same.
My mom and my Dad, I know that they'll cry,
Forever and ever and ask themselves why.
You have to have friends in life they're a must,
But life's not a game, so watch who you trust.
Because I lost my life, I hope that you see,
All because of a "gift" these friends gave to me.
By Ann Marie Angelicola
"Nicole" - In Loving Memory
A beautiful child, all
would agree
With an engaging, feisty personality
Her childhood was joyful, a sunshine smile
with eyes that sparkled all the while
She was playful and warm, so wonderful to know
It was her Mom and Dad and Sister who nurtured her glow
As time passed quickly, she became a teen
Her journey took some twists and turns her family had not foreseen
Loyal, committed, she was a special friend
Always there for the friends she choose, until the very end
She felt out of place she sometimes said, lost....lonely
most of her anger directed at Mom-The Boss
Because deep inside she knew she was safe with her at any cost
Nicole was like her Mother in so many ways
Hard working, deeply loving, funny sarcastic and gay
Nicole was like her father, too
Quiet, reflective, strong, true blue
Nicole the young woman wanted to be free
to live as she thought life should be
To laugh, love, to make it on her own
Still a child at heart, although full grown
She is now with the angels, swiftly she flew
Confusion and pain gone forever, too
A treasure to cherish, a precious pearl
Peace and love embrace her, where now she's God's little girl
In the dawn of morning, in the dusk of night
As the wind blow softly through the trees
Her spirit flies closely near you
Touching you tenderly through the breeze
By Lia Ciotola
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