72 Hours

(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.