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/
