Two Things Made Her Smile

[billy]

hi peter.
i've done a few nana poems so i'm halfway hooked after the first word.
the 2nd line feels a bit wordy, i'd suggest memoried eyes (i know memoried isn't a word but who cares if it has a meaning. )it should be butterscotch. L7, 8, are excellent, though i'm not sure of the 2nd I. L9 feels like filler and i wonder if it's even needed? the last 5 lines feel superb. and give a feel of something very loving. strong poem and lovely to boot. thanks for the read.

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
buterscotch-syrup lips.
I buried my nose into her folds;
I smelled eternity.
She taught me how 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.