It was there, 25 years ago I watched as Lila and Andrew kissed beneath the garden hedge. A token of gratitude read the favor: Let love grow. Oh, bottlebrush - my favorite.
One year tiny and small. The next running rampant needing discipline support.
And now these tears may drown the growth.
A token that lasts the tests of time. Unfortunately, the Bloom was a better rival this time around.
Dear Lila, this bottlebrush can be your Andrew from the day of black to forever.
My dear friend you will be missed.
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Leni Koski
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