It’s the daughter who sends a selfie
of her with a sleeping five year old
nephew on her lap.
It’s the 90 year old father who
says “Be careful, I love you” every time
you walk out the door, even when
you aren’t leaving.
It’s the former student, now in college,
who wants to come and sit on your
couch to discuss siblings, the Arts,
and how capitalism and religion
have impacted society.
It’s the neighbor who walks with
you every day, another former student,
who is carrying a child for her friend
who needed a surrogate, herself a
teacher, single mom and advocate of
fairness and acceptance.
It’s the realization that the word
is a verb, and when you say it,
you are responsible for some aspect
of the human life to whom you have spoken,
“I love you”. Love is a verb.