noname girl in jelly shoes

I understand, I think, intuitively.
What makes me stop at the end of the day and
have a bath and a beer, and not mind the little things
I remember from childhood.
Like wooden spoons and unhappiness.
For there was laughter too
and a green summertime canopy in a swampy Texas bayou town
dinosaur flats and jelly shoes

Sometimes the best memories are kept
in crayons and wafts of mosquito spray
before deet was any problem and camp counselors could hug you

I remember.