One Year (Reflection Poem)

Published by Lydia Richmond on

Every now and again, I try to stretch my poetic muscles. Back when I was a teenager absolutely filled with angst and romance and puppy love and sadness, the poems would flow onto the page with this beautiful imagery and figurative language.

In these days of adulting, I don’t find it so easy. Ask me to write a kids’ story, and I can throw that on the page pretty quickly. Kids are my life these days. Is there angst? Oh yes. But it now comes in the form of a 2 year old’s tantrums and a 12 year old’s worry about homework.

Luckily, I have a group of friends who enjoys writing poetry and linking up together. The goal this month was to be reflective. I think I helped pick the theme and then actually forgot about writing it. Funny that the theme I needed most was the one I put on the back burner (love you KB, mean it).

So here we are, the night before the post is due, and I found this poem relatively easy to write. A reflective piece that, clearly, would be about the time I’m losing right in front of me.

one year poem image

One Year

They say,
“So much can change in a year.”

years continue to fade away
into another 365.

12. 6. 4. 2.
No longer newborns.
New phases.
New meltdowns.
New problems.
New worries.

But then
a little easier.

desires of the heart

One year.

more birthdays
& celebrations

more tears
& anger
& fear

fade into
journal entries
& “on this day”

to remind me
next year
of how much has changed in

one year.

Please go visit and read the poems of my friends who also wrote with the theme of Reflection:

Karen from Baking in a Tornado: “No Reflection

Dawn from Cognitive Script: “Reflection of my Past Life

Diane from On the Border: “Gahhh!


Karen BakingInATornado · July 12, 2017 at 12:55 pm

❤ you back. I’m so glad you were able to post this (even if it was last minute and you know that drives me nuts) because I wouldn’t have wanted to miss out reading this. You know I can relate. Your poem literally gave me goose bumps.

    Lydia Richmond · July 17, 2017 at 2:28 pm

    I do know it drives you nuts, but maybe my muse is a middle-of-the-night muse!

Jenn Rak · July 12, 2017 at 4:05 pm

One year…so much can change. So much growth can occur. Things can be lost…and others found that you didn’t even know you were looking for…

This was a sweet beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing. <3

    Lydia Richmond · July 17, 2017 at 2:28 pm

    Thank you so much. Hard to remind myself of this in the thick of things!

Spatulas On Parade - Dawn · July 13, 2017 at 7:35 pm

See and you were worried about writing a poem. Ha, great job lady.

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