Archive for November, 2008

Bernadette on a jumbo jet – A celebration of motherhood and femininity.

Once whilst being at London’s famous Hyde Park, speaker’s corner I heard of a male Muslim convert saying the words “they say a mother’s love for her child is great”, those words struck a cord with me and there was a certain resonance, so it remained with me. A mother’s love for her child is indeed something, great, something deep and universal and at the very core of the human experience as it is all of us who emerge from our mother’s womb after her cries of pain and pangs of agony. The following poem is a celebration of femininity and of a particular feminine experience, that of motherhood. Motherhood is indeed something special and in my eyes is a story of untold everyday heroism.

 

 

 

‘Bernadette on a jumbo jet.’

I once heard about a woman, who they said was a mother.

Who flew from one side of the world to the other.

Her son’s name was said to be Andrew.

And to Australia it was that she flew.

The woman her name was Bernadette.

She must have flown on a jumbo jet.

 

Engines, engines, engines roaring.

Plane, plane, plane soaring.

Bernadette on a jumbo jet.

Bernadette on a jumbo jet.

 

Flying low, flying high.

Up up there all the way in the sky.

Bernadette on  a jumbo jet.

Bernadette on a jumbo jet.

 

At times maybe her green eyes were crying.

At others she herself was full of sighing.

Bernadette on a jumbo jet.

Bernadette on a jumbo jet.

 

Perhaps for her sick son, did she often weep.

Her love for him, being so, so deep.

Bernadette on a jumbo jet.

Bernadette on a jumbo jet.

 

Tears of sadness, tears of joy.

All for him, for her little boy.

Bernadette on a jumbo jet.

Bernadette on a jumbo jet.

Next time I see a jumbo jet, flying up high above.

Maybe I’ll think of a mother, a child and maternal love.

Bernadette on a jumbo jet.

Bernadette on a jumbo jet.

– Faatih, 2008.



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