I watch him flapping, tapping like a bird who tries but can't flyI hold him in my arms and pray that he will get byHe is different, but with help from ushe will be understood. Anxiety takes over and I stand there watching, waiting for his tantrum to passI know that with the right tools he will make it He is loved, supported and held in the arms of those who careHe is rare, and beautiful to meLooked upon as a monster to others. Belle would understand, the beauty that can be behind a monstrous manI 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 failurebut he is strong; he will surpass