This is my first attempt of writing poetry at age 69(about 5 months ago). I was sitting on my deck on a cloudy day and began to think of my grand daughter's smile and texted this short poem to her. She responded the next day that she was having a long day working as a hair stylist and that the poem made her smile and made her day.
I was looking out at a dreary day
Not unlike many we have in May
I thought of your smiling face
It took me to a better place