Aaden
I watch him flapping, tapping like a bird who tries but can't fly
I hold him in my arms and pray that he will get by
He is different, but with help from us
he will be understood.
Anxiety takes over and I stand there watching, waiting for his tantrum to pass
I know that with the right tools he will make it
He is loved, supported and held in the arms of those who care
He is rare, and beautiful to me
Looked upon as a monster to others.
Belle would understand, the beauty that can be behind a monstrous man
I am the clock, and she is the candlestick that supports him.
The world is the town outside the castles woods.
Waiting and watching him for failure
but he is strong; he will surpass
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