Like a Pot

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.