Bella walked over to the desk and her eye caught a square piece of crystal with wording etched on it. She leaned closer and gasped. She swung her gaze back to Esme, who was smiling at her, somewhat sadly.
"I have this same poem hanging on the wall in our living room," Bella said quietly. Her fingers involuntarily reached out and caressed the words gently.
Not flesh of my flesh,
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously
For a single minute;
You didn't grow under my heart,
But in it.