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