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Karin Elizabeth Martin
Karin Elizabeth Martin
(1964 / Stuttgart, Germany)
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Karin Elizabeth Martin Poems
- My Fathers Eyes I remember very little, of when I was young, ...
- Missing You Hello old friend, old lover, old memories I ...
- Gone I woke this morning dreaming threads of slumber in my ...
- Desperately Seeking Michael For so long now, I cease to ...
- Long Nights It is so dark, so cold, so still, I walk along,...
- The Past Remains I came upon, a long lost thing, forlorn as...
- The Birthday Candle Good morning early birds Singing in the ...
I came to America when I was 14 months old. I began writing as a teenager. Mostly thoughts, feelings, entries in a diary.
I wrote a short story when I was 18 called 'The Past Remains' which is from a poem I wrote when I was 15. I still have the yellowed pages of the story. I was given directions on how to publish it but never followed thru out of fear and ignorance. I also sent the same poems... more »
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My Fathers Eyes
I remember very little, of when I was young,
I recall even less, of a special someone, who I am told,
was so proud of me and so boastful, 'I had his eyes'...
I was born, on a first Spring day, I was his 4th, but he could not stay.
He was a soldier, Brave and Strong, he went away, to Vietnam.
I was said to be, the accidental one, that now keeps my aging mother,
young and strong.
My Father was an ARMY man, he wore black boots, and camo pants.
I remember a chair, in the living room, a christmas tree and a bouncing knee. I held a reindeer, in my small grip, his name was...
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