thegift

This is a sketch that was made and put on Nicole's tombstone.
The cold granite is all we have left to kiss
each day, not the warm and loving child we once had.

"When Tomorrow Starts Without Me"

When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me
I wish so much you wouldn't cry,
the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things
we didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time you think of me
I know you'll miss me too;
But, when tomorrow starts without me
please try to understand
that an angel came and called my name
and said my place was ready, in Heaven far
above, and that I'd have to leave
behind all those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
a tear fell from my eye
For all the life, I'd always thought
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible
that I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,
the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared
and all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesteday,
even for just a while
I'd say goodbye and kiss your face
and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories
would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you and when I did
my heart filled up with sorrow.

But when I walked through Heaven's Gates
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me
from His great golden throne
He said, "this is eternity and I all I promised you"
Today life on earth is past, but here
starts anew.
I promised no tomorrow, but today will always last,
and since each day's the same day
there's no longing for the past.

But you have been so faithful,
so trusting and so-true
Though there were times you did some things
you knew you shouldn't do.

But you have been forgiven
and now at last you are free,
so won't you take my hand and share my
life with me.

So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart,
for everytime you think of me
I'm right inside your heart.
written by
David M Romano
copyright 1993

"THE GIFT"

My friends gave me, what they called a "gift"
"It will make you high, give you a lift."

My parents had warned me about this kind of stuff,
"Don't smoke it, don't snort it and don't ever huff."

"Be careful who you pick as your friend,
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, let's 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 in my nose, right up to my brain,
But instead of high, all I felt was pain

Panic was rising, I yelled "My head it hurts!"
my throat feels like it's all clogged with dirt!

I cannot breathe, there is no air!
This can't be happening, it 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 mouth and my nose 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 you just left me there on the floor,
grabbed all your stuff and went out the door.

These friends of mine, that I held so dear,
had just watched me die and then left me here.

For more than twelve hours, I lay this way
They didn't come back until the next day

The ambulance, cops and the coroner came,
I knew that my family 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.
written by my Aunt
Ann Marie Angelicola
copyright2001
This poem was written to give to the friends who watched me die. . The truth
will be known, and there will be justice!.

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