• Renesmee
    By Bella Cullen

    I carried her gently in my arms,
    cradled her slowly, meaning no harm,
    her eyes filled with love, piercing my heart,
    and I knew then: I was right from the start.

    They looked down on me. Said I would die,
    that if I kept her, I wouldn’t survive
    I proved them wrong, but I’m not mad.
    After all these days, I was finally back.

    My beautiful daughter, Renesmee.
    A face like an angel, and a perfect name.
    Just like her father, beautiful and strong.
    I guess I’m relieved that I wasn’t wrong.