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You Can Do It
By Lee Nelson
All alone.
No fear.
No concept of it
so nothing insurmountable.
No concerns other than the
binky out of my reach and
the pins in my
cotton diaper.
I must've known binkies
can't fly
and I must've gathered
the use of arms and legs.
The bars were an up
and over.
I don't recall falling.
I must have.
Nobody ever arrived
so I guess I didn't cry.
The hand was my hand.
It grabbed the binky
up high
and this baby later laid
on a soft mattress
behind bars.
I know the bars and all of it
sure as the day Chapman
shot Lennon.
I can recall lots of triumphs
all alone.
I suppose well all can.
We just don't.
