Two Things Made Her Smile

[Pete Ak]

First post.

Nana creaked her way around,
her memory-filled 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;
I 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.