Honey, when I, too, get to Heaven,
Will you meet me at the door?
Or will you still be mad at me
For things I did, in life, before?
Heaven is supposed to be a forgiving place,
At least, this is what I've been told.
Honey, do forgive and do greet me
When I, too, cross death's threshold.
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