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John had a son and a daughter, and was the victim of a broken marriage. he met Susan at work and they fell in love. Susan also had a son and a daughter, and was married to a drunken, violent man by whom they suffered physical and mental abuse. In due course he was persuaded to leave the marital home - an idyllic smallholding set in a North Yorkshire forest - but still the harassment continued. John moved in with Susan.

They wrestled with the debts Susan's husband had left behind and tried to turn the neglected farm into something worthwhile. None of these difficulties diminished their love for each other; it just grew stronger, and John was accepted by Susan's children, and also by her parents.

The ex-husband faded into the background, and life at the farm reached a welcome equilibrium. Just as they reached the point where they could look forward to getting on with their own personal paradise disaster struck. Susan was diagnosed with a particularly aggressive cancer. From this point on she not only demonstrated the depth of her love for John and her children, but also her strength and courage.

So that she could avoid staying for long periods in hospital away from her children, John made daily trips with her to Leeds for treatment (a round trip of about 120 miles) for weeks on end. As Susan's health deteriorated, and pain and suffering increased beyond imagination, John left his job and became her devoted carer, medical attendant, housekeeper, cook, gardener, "father" to her children; also there were animals to look after.

The disease stubbornly refused to respond to treatment to the point where Susan and John's intended walk to the paradise garden became the inevitable journey to the hospice, from where Susan was eventually returned home for a final few weeks amongst her loved ones.

Knowing her children would be cared for by her parents (well away from the hands of their drunken father) the love between Susan and John was so strong that they talked themselves into a suicide pact. By this time John had become so involved in Susan's life that even the thought of his own children was insufficient to change his decision to walk into the unknown shadow with her so they could forever be together.

The suicide pact was not executed efficiently enough, however. Susan died; John survived. He tried to struggle on without her, but attempted a second appointment with death, again without success, from which he drew certain conclusions about his life.

There is a happy conclusion to all this ... John eventually found a new love and a purpose in life. He is in regular contact with his own two children. I am happy to count him amongst my friends.

During Susan's illness John wrote a book (as yet unpublished) about their experience. He also wrote some poems (usually in the early hours of the morning), and these are reproduced here.

	Where Light is Love		Written soon after John met Sue.
	Encouragement			Written after Sue's cancer was diagnosed.
	To my Darling Sue		Written on confirmation of terminal illness.
	Broadhead Farm			Describes their idyllic home.
	Myself				Self-analysis and the road to despair.
 	Questions for God		Is God there? Does He care?
	The Hospice			In praise of St Catherine's Hospice, Scarborough, N.Yorks.
	A View on Death			Is death an enemy or a friend?
	Destroyer of Love		Bitter thoughts about Sue's ex-husband.
	Sleep				The dark at the end of the tunnel.

Where Light is Love

(Written soon after John met Sue)

The thought of you goes through my mind
A woman of my dreams at last I find
Someone to whom I can look up to
To put some joy into one so blue

For so long now, love has been a thing of the past
That came along once but did not last
Just when the door seemed shut so tight
Out of the window peered a light

As I look to the light I see a new start
Someone to pick up a broken heart
Where it will lead to I don't know
But it's a journey on which I long to go

I look to you as that shining light
To bring me out of the dark of night
The tender moments that we may share
I hope will show you how much I care

Already you seem always on my mind
With you happiness I hope to find
These few words to you I write
My new beginning, my shining light.

To Sue, love you always
JOHN
1994


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Encouragement

(Written after cancer diagnosis)

These last few weeks have not been the best
And has probably been our strongest test.
But, like before, we have come through
Because its what it takes to be well again,
The strength and character to beat the pain.

I'll be there to help you through
With all my care and love for you.
This I know is not enough
And is why you have to be so tough.
But believe me you can beat the "C"
Because I need you here with me.

We have a life together to share
And can only do it as a pair.
Two more reasons why you must pull through,
Sam and Hannah need you too.
We love you, darling, you know it's true
For all of us, its what you have to do.

The children and I have to be so strong
As the road to healing is very long.
The hurt and fear we feel inside
Is something that none of us can ever hide.
For you to be well and with us again,
Is the only medicine to heal our pain.

With love from John, Sam and Hannah
xxx
19th March 1996


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To My Darling Sue

(Written in response to illness being diagnosed as Terminal)

I once described you as a shining light
That brightened up the darkest night.
With you my life did start anew
That brought me love I've know is true.

You picked me up and made me strong,
You restored my pride, which was lost and gone.
You taught me to live, love and care.
In all my troubles you did share.

I owe so much to you, my darling Sue,
My debt is love and overdue.
These last few months I've tried to care,
To ease your pain, by being there.

I look at you with saddened eyes,
This dreaded cancer we both despise.
Our lives have been shattered beyond repair,
This wretched disease brings nought but despair.

I can't hide the pain I feel inside,
My eyes so red from tears I've cried.
As each day passes I dread and fear
The thought of you not being here.

So if the light can no longer shine,
Then your darkness will also be mine.
When this day comes, my debt is due,
I'll give my life, to be with you.

For this is all that I can give
And in eternity we both shall live.
So as we go into dark of night
We shall be one in everlasting light.

Love you always.
John.
xxx
16th July 1996


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Broadhead Farm

Our home is a beautiful place.
It is up in the forest, surrounded by grace.
It was once a run-down, derelict farm,
Now fully recovered with beauty and charm.
Its a place where animals are free to roam
In the buildings and field they find a home.
Our animals range from small to big
With hamster and ferrets and a pot bellied pig.

We have Lilac the goat and some lambs and sheep,
Freddie the pony who we bought quite cheap.
Potty the pig who sleeps in the straw,
A spaniel called Meg, you just can't ignore.
Two English bull terriers called Rosie and Moose,
Plus Tip the Sheep Dog wandering loose.
We have ten cats, seven girls and three boys
And twenty odd chickens making plenty of noise.

In the front garden there are flowers and plants
From asters to roses and even chrysanths.
There is lavender and dahlias also to be seen
With rockeries and trees and a lawn of green.
Also in the kitchen garden from seeds we have sown
There are vegetables and fruit, all home grown.
All have been added to give the place charm,
It is our home, it is Broadhead Farm.

John Baverstock
29th July 1996


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Myself

A poem about myself I will try to write,
Not totally dim, but not over bright.
Sometimes clumsy, and sometimes daft,
Always good hearted and willing to graft.
I'm quite laid back, but not very daring,
I try to be patient, loving and caring.

The people around me I love and respect
And the same from them is all I expect.
I've been a failure from time to time
But these last two years I've started to shine,
And finally getting some good out of life
Which far surpasses my troubles and strife.

In the past I've come through heartache and pain,
Dusted myself off and started again.
Just when things seemed right for me,
The cruellest twist is about to be.
Yet another huge blow for my body to bear,
Sent once again into wretched despair.

There comes a time when enough is enough,
And the game of life is just too tough.
The rules seem to change from day to day,
It seems to be one game I cannot play.
So with sadness I admit that I'm beat,
No more comebacks, just accept defeat.

John Baverstock
9th August 1996


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Questions for God

(Written in response to an invitation to talk to the Hospice Chaplain)

I often wonder if there is a God at all,
And if there is, does He hear my call?
Does He listen when I say a prayer?
Or are my troubles not his to share?
Why should I take time out to pray
When I see so much suffering every day?
Why does God let people suffer,
Kill and abuse and torment each other?
Why does He look down from high above
And never help those we really love?
What does He understand about the human race?
Why does He never show his face?
Why can't He put right all that is wrong
So people can live together as one?…
...So in our lives there'd be no more ill
And we can believe it through God's will.
Then this world would be a better place
With a healthy, loving, human race.

John Baverstock
11th August 1996


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The Hospice

(In Praise of St Catherine's Hospice, Scarborough, N.Yorkshire)

I look through the windows at the surrounding trees
Watching the leaves twitch in the light summer breeze.
There is a garden with various colours to see,
Even a summer house for afternoon tea.
There is a distinct air of peace all around
Set in this quiet idyllic ground
Where the sick can relax in this tranquil place
Away from the things they can no longer face.
The sick and the dying get great personal care
That even their families are happy to share.
The rooms inside are tastefully decorated
Where all the home comforts have been created;
Where privacy and dignity take pride of place
That make the uncertain future easier to face.
The staff go happily about their tasks,
Happy to do whatever you ask.
You never would believe how relaxed it is
To be in the care of St Catherine's Hospice.

John Baverstock
11th August 1996


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A View on Death

The grief that death brings to all
When someone you love gets their call,
Trying to live without them there,
Thinking of all the good you used to share.

Can your relatives cope with the grief,
Come to terms with life's greatest thief
Hoping they've got strength to carry on
Knowing that their loved one has gone?

Who will comfort and ease their pain,
Will they ever be the same again?
These are things you come to fear
When you know death is near.

To know the fact that your dying
Can't ever stop the strongest crying,
Wondering whether you'll die in pain
Will all your dignity still remain?

Will all my loved ones be around
For the journey that I'm bound?
And look at death with strange relief
That stops the pain and ends the grief.

Knowing that suffering will be no more
As you walk through death's darkest door,
And look at death as a welcome friend
That brings all this misery to a final end.

John - 12th August 1996


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Destroyer of Love

Bitter Thoughts about my Love's Ex-Husband

Not one shred of decency in you can I find.
For your family you've brought misery through the years
Through your drunken abuse they have shed many tears.
You had three important things in your life -
A son and a daughter and sweet Sue, your wife.
Yet they were mere objects that stood in your way,
So you caused them much misery day after day.
You would drink so much from morning to night
Then with ill temper you'd row and you'd fight.
The target for abuse was normally Sue.
Why she stayed with you God only knew.
For so many years you had countless affairs,
Your wife and your children the last of your cares.
The love for the bottle grew stronger each day,
Yet your family were slowly slipping away.
There were times when to violence you would resort
Hitting your wife without care or thought.
You'd taunt and torment her throughout the day
Getting progressively drunker along the way.
But if she fought back - and she usually did -
You'd vent all your anger on one of the kids.
For years this went on, but you couldn't care less,
Your twisted mind and a heart of emptiness.
Your anger and abuse, like an ill wind did blow
Yet no regret or remorse did you ever show.
You are selfish as selfish can possibly be,
Your actions to many are so cowardly.
With time, wretched man (I can't speak your name)
You will reflect, with sorrow and shame,
Living with all this you'll just have to do,
Knowing that your family really despise you.

John Baverstock
8th September 1996


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Sleep

(The Final Poem)

Sleep, sleep, peaceful sleep.
A watchful eye over you I keep.
Flicker, flicker, your eyelids flicker,
Your body getting tired and sicker.
Twitch and writhe, the pain is strong.
How much longer can it go on?

Weep, weep, the tears just flow,
Try to run away, yet nowhere to go.
Hurt inside, a broken heart,
Sadness, emptiness, torn apart.
Nothing left, except for fear,
Knowing that death is getting near.

Slowly, sliding, slipping away,
Stop the pain! Stop today!
Peace at last, hurt no more,
Take that walk, go through the door.
Suffering ends, pain has gone,
Battle over, cannot go on.

Sleep, sleep, peaceful sleep,
Watchful eye has gone to sleep.

John Baverstock
21st September 1996


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