No Price for Admission

There was a bookcase
that stood in the entry
of my grandmother’s house –
a phone table
a sewing machine
and a mirror to the left of the door

They welcomed everyone
No price for admission

No formalities
Only offerings

As she stood among pieces
that told of her passage –
the bookcase, phone table,
sewing machine, and mirror –
my grandmother gave
of grace

The entryway will remain
framed in my mind
just as it was
for as long as she was

but my grandmother continues
in grace

to welcome

No price for admission