In the corner up against a fence leaned an enormous old rotting window in a demolition yard
Twenty two thousand miles away, was a young boy, a very special boy, sadly most called retard
This enormous window stood proud and vast in its time overlooking the ocean close to the sand
Yet the young boy stood lost, wondering, curious, why his mum would never hold his little cold hand

The large window had provided many generations shelter from the harsh rains and burning sun
All the little boy had ever yearned was for someone to love him, playtime and laughter, some fun
Still, standing ever so tall the window it panes dirty, cracked and jagged was an awesome sight
Whilst our young special boy, whom is named Stanley, often just cried alone many a lonesome night

Now here is a twist like no other, young Stan had a wonderful, caring compassionate brother
He had been adopted out at birth as he too was special in Gods way and had found a loving mother
Though the problem here is that Stanley’s brother lives nearly twenty thousand miles or more away
Mary, Adams adopted mother told Adam not to fret, we’ll go fetch Stan and here with us he’ll stay

Now this window in the demolition yard has stood here for more than thirty something years
Until the day an elderly couple arrived and upon seeing the window, it reduced them both to tears
They both remembered the room and the house and that room with wonderfully special view
He turned to her and whispered in her ear, do you remember Kate by this window I proposed to you

Yes Kate replied to Richard her husband, you promised me a love so true, and then we had Mary
She was my gift from you for both of us to share, and my how we love her so our very own fairy
And to think she has two beautiful, special children of her own today Adam and now young Stan
Now If you choose to think outside the square, in front of this window was the beginning of a clan ..