Karin Elizabeth Martin
Karin Elizabeth Martin Poems
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...
What May Become
It has been more than six years now,
since you went away.
I watched you go, I sat and prayed.
I listened to your spoken reasons,
of your mistaken choices, your tainted seasons.
I had to hold my head up high,
you, my brother, would you lie
You made me promise, before your lights went out,
that I would take care, of our elder, throughout