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Jessica's Way With Words
No. 1 bestselling author, poet and mum, Jessica Urlichs has touched so many people with her beautiful words. Our collection with Jessica Urlichs is a beautiful meld of affirmations for you to keep her inspirational words close to your heart, always.
Take a read through some of her most profound poems published in her latest book, Beautiful Chaos.
All I See Is You
Mama,
When you feel as if you’ve achieved nothing,
please know, my cup has never been so full.
The days that get away from you will be some of my best
memories of us playing together on the ground.
I love you.
When you feel like you don’t know who you are any more, when
you turn away from the mirror. That face will be the one I look
to when I achieve something, the one I search for in a
crowd. The reason for my first smile.
You’re perfect to me.
When you feel like the weight of it all is heavy
in your heart, please know I’ve never felt lighter.
Can I lay here with you a little longer?
I won’t always need you like this.
But I need you right now.
Here With You
With You
Oh, how there are a million things to do
And I’ll do them, I will
I’ll do those too
But right now
I’ll just be,
Here,
With you.
Oh, how I want to sleep, I do
And one day, I will
I’ll sleep right through
But right now
I’ll just be,
Here,
With you.
Oh, how the days are long, it’s true
Yesterdays are many
But todays are few
So I’ll fill them up
With all of you
And simply be,
Here,
With you.
I once thought I was to show you the world, when all along you came to show me.
My Everything
I want to tell you everything I know,
carry you and guide you.
Yet somehow,
as your tiny finger points to things in wonder
and your eyes meet mine,
the paradigm shifts.
I once thought I was to show you the world,
when all along you came to show me.
If time were made of colour, you'd be my golden hour
If You were a Love Note
If time were made of colour
you’d be my golden hour.
If love was just a seed
you’d be each and every flower.
If the sky could whisper secrets
you’d be its wind and summer rain.
If the morning sun had arms
you’d be held again, again, again.
If my heartbeat was a language
you’d be its love letter at dawn.
If stardust formed a trail on earth
It would take me to when you were born.
You'll always be my baby, just heavier to hold or
You'll always be my forever, and forever be my always
You’ll always be my baby
just heavier to hold
You’ll always be my beginning
but a comfort that feels old
You’ll always be my heartbeat
a familiar but new sound
You’ll always be the ticking clock
in a world you made slow down
You’ll always be my worry
when you trip and when you fall
You’ll always be my tears
the happiest of them all
You’ll always be my constant
the pulse of our home
You’ll always be my calling
more so when I’m alone
You’ll always be my reason
even when I’m grey and old
You’ll always be my baby
just heavier to hold.
You are a mother, but never 'just'
Not ‘Just’
You are not ‘just’ anything
Not just a woman
Or just a friend
A wife
A partner
Or just a mother
You are a universe
Made up of waves that brought life
Stars that hold dreams
Landscapes of home
Rocks that will crumble but will always remain
The wind’s gentle sway, and strongest roar
You are someone’s ‘all’
And ‘all’ is not lost
You are a mother
But never, just.
Let's make the future wait a little longer or Beautiful Chaos
Dear Husband,
There’s a life in the future with little faces in photo frames
instead of before our eyes. Artwork and ABC magnets won’t
adorn our fridge.
There’s a bed big enough, where little elbows and knees won’t prod
us in our sleep, and only our feet will swing out in the morning.
There’s a vase placed in reach of little arms because there aren’t
any, and mugs will daringly sit on the edge of the table.
There’s a dinner table that feels big, we aren’t negotiating bites
of vegetables, or wiping little hands and mouths. But sometimes
there’s a knock on the door and the table is full once more.
There’s a shower that doesn’t sound like baby cries, a coffee that
is warm, and my body will be my own. We won’t wear tired the
same way, but time will have aged us anyway.
There will be hard moments to come that will make these
moments look easy, but we’ll remember.
We’ll remember the first words, the curls, the ‘I love you’s, the
moments we almost broke, and how we held each other through
We’ll laugh and we’ll cry, just like we did then.
There’s a life in the future and it’s coming for us every day.
So let’s get swept up in the beautiful chaos in front of us.
Let’s make the future wait a little longer.
Because I love this life with you so much,
this one right now.
I will always be the earth, and you will always be my world.
My World
For I was your sun,
the only warmth you needed before you saw
a sunrise with your own eyes.
I was your star,
before they dusted across your gaze
with possibility and wonder.
I was your moon,
your only pull, before you noticed the comforting
light in the night’s blanket.
I was your universe for such a short while,
until you saw there was so much more.
But I will always be the earth,
your roots grew here.
And you will always be my world.
Home has a new meaning now, you are someone's home
I see you, Mama, and something about you has changed.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful.
You may have forgotten this amongst the throes of
motherhood, and find it hard to see it through the blur
of these early days, but I see you.
Your hair may not be blow-waved
like it used to be, but now it’s
a crown above your head, messy and perfectly imperfect.
Your hands seem different, they may not be as manicured, but
they’re warm and comforting. They’re stronger, as they hold the
world, and the touch of those fingertips are someone’s world.
Yes, your heart aches, but it’s never stretched and been so
swollen before with love, so of course it will ache sometimes.
You may be feeling lonely at times, or tired of being at home,
but you truly look beautiful here, like all of a sudden
home has a new meaning. You are someone’s home.
Your smile has changed, it’s now one that knows things,
secrets of contentment. There’s not as much energy
behind it right now, but it’s never been so pure.
The way you sit there, holding your baby like it’s an extension
of yourself, a natural, I’ve never seen anything so perfect.
I’m so proud of you and how amazing you are.
Mama, you’re beautiful.