Kurt Kueteman

DON’T FEAR, DADDY IS HERE

I woke up only to see the darkness.
I felt my eyes to see if they were open.
They were; I got down on the bitter cold floor.
I crawled slowly toward the door;
I came to a wall, I searched for the door.
Still nothing; was the light burned out?
“Oh, God, please say yes,” no answer.
Where am I? Am I in another world?
Have I gone blind? Chills came about my body.
Falling deeper into fear, I crawled into a corner.
I could hear noises in the darkness, but could see nothing.
I felt I was loosing what little I had left.
My mind was so confused. I couldn’t even see memories.
This was it. All my thoughts were lost in the darkness.
Then a bright ray of light shown down upon me:
There stood a figure strong and bold.
I asked myself, “Had I died? Is this God?”
Shivering all scrunched up in the corner.
He then said, “Don’t fear, Daddy is here.”

Webmaster’s Note: Kurt is the youngest son of Karen Mabry Rice and was 12 years old when he wrote this poem.