Author: Sunday Olagunju

The joy of meeting, The pain of missing, It’s peak its reaching, when ours are not nigh. Yes we do them vex. And make mild they’re there, Yet none can them best, When they’re no more there. Friends and co come and go. Yet family’s worth none knows. At all end they never let go, Even when all of all says no. And when death’s beam glow, The lustre of love never flutter. And when we lost one we know, Our souls with them still clusters. Family now; family ever, No tie of man is ever so. Family above; family…