Two Things Made Her Smile.

[KbPoetry]

Nana creaked her way around,
memoried eyes brimming ancient.
Two things made her smile:
Love of God and breathing.
Tales tippy-tapped from her
butterscotch-syrup lips.
I buried my nose into her folds
and smelled eternity.
She taught me to see
where the world’s texture
is so very, very thin;
That I must take care
not to rip it
and let emptiness in.

I definitely think the strongest parts of this poem are when you give specific details of Nana. The "butterscotch-syrup" lips are my favorite. I would also try to get rid of the couple abstractions, but overall, well done!