Dear Mrs. Wayne:
This is a poem from a total stranger
who, nonetheless, knows much of danger
and death. And pain. And beyond that,
Love -
The love of a husband for a wife,
The love of a son for a mother,
The love between a band of brothers
even if their siblinghood be born on the 'net -
For, Mrs Wayne, Love is stronger than death
or pain. Or loss. Or the presence of doom
The doom that clings to hospital rooms
And everyday things like forks and spoons
Ah, yes - at first it seems that everything is death
And that life itself was only a dream...but look further
into the truth of life on the screen
of your memories, and there what is seen
is not Pain. Or loss. Oh, no, they are but illusions
for beyond all, are memories that survive all seclusions
The memories of kindness. Of laughter. Of love and life given,
Of joy, smiles, and challenges struggled with and striven,
Of victories won over the obstacles of life -
Of love and tenderness, husband and wife,
Of friends and family and even strangers so kind,
These are the memories to warm a cold mind.
Therefore, Mrs Wayne, accept this wish of mine:
That whatever Destiny takes, know 'tis no fault of thine:
That nothing can erase the memories of love so true
That even Death cannot make one so armoured, to rue,
That wherever you walk, love walks behind thee
And thus truth speaks through a stranger, who is Me.