A Full Life

I asked my mother

what it means

to have a full life.

She lifted her arms

and gestured

to an abundant belly.

I asked my father

what it means

to have a full life.

He shifted his arms

and settled them

on his stomach.

I asked my sister

what it means

to have a full life.

She opened her arms

and spread them

across her sides.

I asked the mirror

what it means

to have a full life

It looked back,

held me,

and exploded

Into many little,

whole, pieces,

of life.