The bead from a necklace,
The kiss from a date.

The love from my parents,
as my curfew was late.

The places I've been,
the places I go.

As far the water,
it flows and it flows.

What things I remember,
what things have I seen.

As dearly they are,
dearly to me.

Yekaterina Bezpalaya

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-memories/