My mom\'s pot is full
with the soup of society
My sister\'s pot is full
with purpose and friends
My dad\'s pot is full
of something I can\'t quite read.
Whatever it is, he sure spills it a lot.
My brother\'s pot is filled
with his humor and playfulness.
My pot is half-way filled
with something I don\'t understand.
All are pots are filled with something,
even when there\'s nothing left.