I remember you recently commenting on one of my poems and stating that the situation reminded you of memories of your grandfather and his passing. You had mentioned the garden, but not that you had written a poem about this! This is very descriptive and helps the reader easily visualize this scene. This is beautifully written!
To have good memories is something so precious, Ben. You are so blessed to have them. Over time, they become bitter sweet as they remind you of your own mortality.
Also, to be a parent and to be the spoilsport is a cruel and nasty side effect of being the one responsible for their well fare, lol! How we would love to just be one of them, eh? ..if only we could.
Well done, a beautiful melancholic verse and message woven into one :-)