Hindenburg Poem by Ima Ryma

We were in the main dining room.
Our parents called us to see
The landing that would turn to doom -
The Hindenburg in New Jersey.
There was a blast, then fire spread.
My brother and sister were thrown
From me, as flames struck at my head.
I did not want to die alone.
But somehow Mother grabbed me tight.
Father was no longer alive.
The rest of us plunged into night.
Sister, Irene, did not survive.

The Hindenburg brought tragedy
To us, the Doehner family.