Karin Elizabeth Martin

Rookie - 389 Points (1964 / Stuttgart, Germany)

Karin Elizabeth Martin Poems

1. What May Become 3/30/2008
2. Memories Shared Of Her Father To One Without A Memory Of Her Own 4/21/2008
3. On Being A Mother 5/11/2008
4. Sometimes 6/24/2010
5. There You Were 8/22/2010
6. Getting Back To Zero 10/6/2010
7. Second Hand 10/14/2010
8. Life Unexpected 5/1/2011
9. Summer Shadows 6/27/2011
10. My Turn, My Peace 1/10/2012
11. Where Am I Now 5/3/2012
12. Wishing For Yesterday 11/5/2012
13. Daughter My Teacher 2/1/2013
14. Petunia 8/11/2013
15. Mother 9/11/2013
16. It's Snowing For Our Mom 1/4/2014
17. Mom 4/3/2014
18. Summer Time 2/22/2015
19. Happy Fathers Day Mom 6/21/2015
20. Chasing Angels 6/29/2015
21. Sideways Sunrise 7/2/2015
22. Looking Thru The Mirror 6/4/2017
23. I Hear A Voice 8/19/2008
24. Cross Roads 6/11/2010
25. Better Things To Do 10/4/2017
26. Atonement -new- 11/15/2017
27. I Love You But I Can'T Love Myself 8/18/2013
28. Sunday Mother Sunday 5/8/2011
29. Moving On 8/4/2008
30. Happy Anniversary 6/11/2017
31. Autumn 9/11/2017
32. If You Still Have A Mother 5/1/2015
33. The Birthday Candle 5/1/2015
34. Knowing 10/18/2017
35. The Past Remains 4/22/2007
36. Long Nights 3/16/2008
37. Desperately Seeking Michael 3/17/2008
38. Gone 6/19/2010
39. Missing You 3/17/2008
40. My Fathers Eyes 4/25/2008

Comments about Karin Elizabeth Martin

  • Karin Martin (11/2/2017 2:40:00 PM)

    Seeking other writers who may be able to mentor me in a novel about my mother who grew up in Munich during 1926 thru 1950.
    Thank you in advance
    Karin

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Best Poem of Karin Elizabeth Martin

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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Better Things To Do

Hey there guy with your phone in your palm
There's a lady in the kitchen
Waiting dinner while you talk
She's been busy for the day
Can't wait to tell you of her day
But, wait
You've got better things to do...
Hey there dad with the remote in your hand
A loving woman's hoping

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