The Old Broom

Lines by Linda

One tattered broom still remains

that I shall always hold in my hands.

Coming from the old tattered factory

where hard-working men and women.

Labored with pride with the sweat of their brow

In an instant forever forgotten in firy flames.

Only the tattered shell of the building

remains in my mind to always remember and see

That  this broom holds a key to great people

Always embedded in my life always to stay,

For with my broom, memories can never be

swept away. They are angel dusted mementos.

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