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  • Writer's pictureJessica Urlichs

Dear Mama

Updated: Aug 20, 2022



Dear Mama,


I don’t remember if our house was big or small or if we rented or owned.


I don’t remember if you had a fancy car, or if we had to take the bus.


I don’t remember if the house was clean and tidy or if it was covered in washing piles and scattered toys.


I don’t remember if my pram was new or second hand or if I had the latest new toy or designer clothes.


I don’t remember if you were dressed up or if your face was bare, it always looked perfect to me.


I don’t remember if you had a lot of money or whether you lived pay check to pay check.


I don’t remember if we went out every day or went on expensive holidays.


I don’t remember how sometimes you got angry or cried or had to walk out of the room to take a breath.


I don’t remember a schedule, a checklist or any expectations other than just you.


What I do remember is feeling safe.


I remember your comfort and how you kept me warm.


I remember your face above me when I cried for you.


I remember you would feed me when I was hungry, or tired or in pain.


I remember your smell and how it would send me off to sleep, sometimes at 2:00am, then again at 4:00am.


I remember your smile, it was the first reason I smiled.


I remember how you played with me and got down on the ground with me, before I could get up.


I remember you taught me about love before anything else and how it was my constant.


I remember knowing it was the only thing I ever really needed and you gave that to me, I never had to work for it, I relaxed in it.


Thank you for teaching me that love has no limits, that it’s unconditional and honest.


This is what I will remember Mama.


Thank you for giving me the best memories of all.



Words from poetry book 'From One Mom to a Mother' shop the collection here

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