Pencils sharpened and out of reach
She arrives at dawn prepared to teach
Papers marked with a red pen
Students hone their skills again
A teacher’s job is never done
No time for family, our heroes unsung

Classrooms our first foray
To stand up and have our say
Discussion intended for everyone
But back in the corner there sits one
His silent world demands his time
For he’s autistic—is that a crime?

He sits alone and does not fret
Experts say it might be Tourettes
His world we cannot see
While others point out his OCD
Polysyllabic diagnoses forever prevail
But do not capture this fragile male

At the precise moment the teacher connects
And two lives now intersect
His eyes now track her face
As the teacher invades his holy space
Teachers are an extraordinary breed
For children with special needs