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.
- Title: Renesmee
- Artist: Fantastic Nightmares
- Description: I love that name. It's ever so clever. And it inspired this poem, obviously
- Date: 02/11/2010
- Tags: renesmee