You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Even if we already have a mother, we still have to find this part of ourselves inside
Sue Monk KiddPlace 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.
Sue Monk Kidd