She wasn’t ready
The swelling of her belly 
The stretching of skin
Her body no longer a temple
But a vessel

The goddess of beauty
Can’t seem to see
The new vision that she is blooming

Motherhood isn’t always welcomed
Not until the blooms have blossomed
And the seasons have passed
And the vessel has became a time capsule

Nothing but a case for the memories she didn’t understand would one day be treasured moments

Sometimes we
Take for granted our fertility
Not realizing the beauty thats coming