My granddaughter, as sweet as she is, always inspires me with her thoughtfulness and kindness, whether through gestures or words. In addition , I have always wanted to write poetry. Two weeks ago, during my last visit, I dictated to ChatGPT what she told me. Lo and behold, AI has fulfilled my dream with the poem below:
I slipped into a jacket, soft and warm,
My granddaughter’s gift, a little charm.
Out into the chill, I roamed the street,
Wrapped in her love, I felt complete.
The next day arrived, a story to share,
"I wore your jacket," I said with care.
She lifted it gently, her eyes shining bright,
Taking a moment, her heart felt light.
She breathed in the fabric, a smile on her face,
"I like it," she said, "it smells like your grace."
Her words struck me deeply, a sweet, tender cue,
Impressed by her innocence, her love shining through.
Mahvash & ChatGPT
5/9/2025
After the initial curiosity and wonder at the power of A.I., I've lost interest. If I hear music made by A.I., I'm immediately turned off. The same with anything else produced instantly by lifeless machines without true creativity, skill, emotion, angst, love...
In my opinion, it is a colossal demonstration of collective creativity and skill. While emotion, angst, and love may not yet be included in its capabilities, it won't be long before all of those will be added to the machine as well.