place a beehive on my grave
and let the honey soak through,
when I am dead and gone
that’s what I want from you.
the streets of heaven and 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.
– “The Honey Song”
from The Secret Life of Bees
by Sue Monk Kidd
