Misty eyes like dewdrops on the grass; Wide as the moon and bright as the sun. Smile like the brightest star on the darkest night and face like a cherub child. Her mother liked her alcohol. It was her replacement of her baby with misty eyes like dewdrops on the grass; Except it was always more than a drop. It was more like pouring rain. Chastised for being too happy but convinced she was loved all the same Mother said, "Dewdrop, I'm sorry; Won't happen again." But it always happened and promise after promise was broken. The child with the misty eyes like dewdrops and the moon got swept away by the rain to start mending those wounds.
I love my step mom and I hate what her mother did to her.