place a beehive on my grave
and let the honey soak through.
when i'm dead and gone,
that's what i want from you.
the streets of heaven are gold and sunny,
but i'll stick with my plot and a pot of honey.
place a beehive on my grave
and let the honey soak through.
~~ from The Secret Life of Bees, by sue monk kidd
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