There's snow on my picnic table in the end of April. Why does this seem like such a desolate image? It speaks to me of my children, my childhood and theirs. It makes me wonder what the future holds. What will happen to the sweet little girls who say "thankyou mama" when i take them their snack to the table in the sun, smiling in the warm rays. Muffin. She moves her little body as she chews to a tune only she can hear. She dont need music to feel herself, daddy says. My Punkin, lookin at the world all around her. She is so smart, she just absorbs everything and asks so many questions I sometimes think she's gonna fry my brain... This is my legacy, they are my sunshine. Go away snow, you make a mama sad.