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Only You
by Karla Erdman

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You touched me.
     Not just my skin,
     but much deeper--
     way down inside.
You touched
     that place that I only
     keep for myself.
You touched My Soul.
     The area within my body,
     the place no one
     anywhere, anytime
     has ever touched--
Like you.
     The day you left...
     Correction:
     The day you died,
Shattered my Soul
     like breaking expensive, priceless crystal
     and the shards were scattered into the wind.

In memory of RozeBud
9/22/01 - 12/1/14


[March 13, 2015]


Shattered Hearts

The sun should not be shining, instead
Black clouds must build to match my grief.
Our tears the tempest to show the despair;
The whole world should stop turning.

Take a moment to feel
The destruction, the devastation, the turbulence.
Do not breathe, eat, or sleep.
Lives irrevocably changed in a heartbeat…in a gun shot.
The pieces shattered, hearts broken—never to be fixed.

            One of our good guys has fallen.

                        Fear not, grieve not, forget not,
                        What my life represents.
                        My legacy lives within you…within them.
                        Fight for injustice, work toward 

                        compromise,
                        Live for the moment…love for 

                        eternity.                   
                        Celebrate my life, as well as your own.

                        DO something…I did.
                        BE something…I was.
                        Be PROUD to be the good guy…I am.


 In remembrance of Police Officer Robert Lasso
August 11. 2011
Karla Erdman

Oma with Love

Your touch lies on my shoulder
            Like a whisper on air;
I turn to smile at you,
            But no one is there.
How long has it been,
            Since we last spoke?
Five, ten, or more years;
            Yet it feels like yesterday.

Your eyes live on in my father,
            Your smile on my sister’s face.
During quiet moments like this
            I can hear you laughing,
                                    Singing,
                                    Yodeling.

Missing you each day.
Knowing you’re still with me,
            Whispering in the wind.


Karla Erdman
-August 12, 2011

Yes, I'm fine

Yes, I’m fine

Of course, I’m fine…
On the outside,
I smile and nod,
crack a lot of jokes,
laugh at the craziness of it all.

But, I’m broken…
On the inside,
the heartache and grief
ties my shaking organs into knots.

I stuff the paranoia into the invisible knapsack
that I tote around with me each day.

My purse contains the sorrow,
as I zip it closed.

All anyone is concerned about
is what one can see
on the outside.

However, the inside tells more of the story.

- Karla Erdman
August 28, 2013

Ode to a Spell Checker

-Author Unknown
I have a spell checker
It came with my PC
It plainly marks for my revue
Mistakes I cannot sea
I've run this poem threw it
I'm sure your pleased too no
Its letter perfect in its weigh
My checker tolled me sew.
[I did not write this, but I wanted to save it. Apropos for an English teacher.]

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Karla Lee Erdman

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