WELCOME TO MY MAMALAND POPE FRANCIS
All eyes on the old humble man
Carefully stepping off the big eagle
Bid heart he is famously known
A moment he stopped amid steps
I read his mind right ” blessed land”
Last step off the eagle he did bend
Big kiss to my lovely great Mamaland
I moved closer shoving other muscles
Great man of the Holy Word is here
Into my pockets I diligently searched
Mama had packed a gift for the guest
Out of the pockets came a green pack
Some corners torn but still mama’s gift
Shamefully tried to mend the torn pack
Too ragged for a great guest in white
Soft palms covered my sweaty palms
Looking up the guest was there smiling
Thank you for my first gift in this land
Kissing it he asked Almighty to bless me
As everyone watched he unpacked it
A chocolate not worth a dollar popped
The crowd laughed I shamefully shook
Into two my guest divided the chocolate
Holding me by my shoulder we shared
The crowd now quiet cameras worked
He has truly learnt our Messiah’s ways
Humility and love he constantly shows
Welcome to my Mamaland Pope Francis
Eager with joy we have been waiting
Your presence and message of hope
May God bless and guide you always
Welcome to my Mamaland Pope Francis
Poem by Dailynotesite
On behalf of eyesofanangel14
Written by Esther Muchai.
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