Marsela Chikita

(This is a fictional poem)

For the last seventy-two hours I've been going through hell.
My daughter was playing and she fell down a well.
I feel so helpless even though the rescue workers assure me that they'll get her out of there.
I've lived for over thirty-five years and this is the first time that I've been scared.
I just got wonderful news, they got her out and she isn't dead.
I'm so grateful because without her, I couldn't have lived during the years ahead.