Tragic Tale Poem by Ima Ryma

Two young children were left alone
In a ghetto tenement flat.
No heat and both chilled to the bone,
Made a small fire, around it sat.
Window blew open and the wind
Spread sparks from the fire all around.
Ceiling flames began to descend.
Path to safety could not be found.
Minutes later, rescuers came
And pulled the children's bodies' out.
New reports called it such a shame,
A needless tragedy no doubt.

A rescue from the fire I got,
But my younger sister did not.