Karin Elizabeth Martin
Karin Elizabeth Martin Poems
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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...
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
You've got better things to do...
Hey there dad with the remote in your hand
A loving woman's hoping