I found the poem I wrote about my brother

it's in On Air.  I read it to Phil last night,

but right when I finished he said he thinks I've already read

this one to him.  I don't recall that,

but he could have at least said, That is great.

but it's not his thing, he doesn't get  enjoyment out of it.

sometime soon I'm going to read him out of that book,

the one I wrote for my mother.

I asked him before if he could write a poem

about batheing his elderly mother,

but he didn't say anything, probably won't happen,

I'll ask him again though.