Longing

I long for a time of rest.

A time when

I can create my own home for the family

that I have yet to begin.

I long for the peace of reading amid

my small, fruitful

garden that I have so very diligently tended and

nurtured in the cool

of the afternoons.

I long for a time when all I 

have to learn, is how to further become a 

Proverbs 31 woman,

through and through.

I long for the day

when my artistic endeavors will be granted

full pardon to 

the order of a day; pure

unrestrained 

creation.

I long to teach my yet to be had children

all that I have discovered
and learned

on my 

unavoidable path of

entrepreneurship.