Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm compiling the poems I've written about my grandchildren and realize they are love poems.  They speak of the joy and complexity of being a grandparent and also the individuality of each child.  It is a gift to have grandchildren and be their witness.  Two days ago I was outside a restaurant holding my littlest grandson while my husband and daughter finished their meal and a stranger stopped and showed me his twin grandchildren, a boy and a girl.  Before he left I knew their weights at birth, that their mother had had a C section, and various details both intimate and funny.  He was gushing.  The cliche is that it is the grandmothers that do that, but here he was, giddy and apologizing while she showed yet another photo of them.  He was in love.  I understood completely.