Last year saw the first Wave of Polish held during October for International Pregnancy and Infant Loss (IPIL) month. A challenge was issued to paint your nails blue and pink each Tuesday to help raise awareness of pregnancy and infant loss. The event was a success with many showing their support and we hope this year will be bigger and better.
Theresa Carter organised the event and in conjunction with the Wave of Polish campaign she will be holding an auction of one off polishes made by some amazing Australian Indies and also some gorgeous pastels from amazing Australian polish brands. The auction will start on the 8th October at 9am and finish on the 15th October. Visit WAVE OF POLISH BLOGSPOT for all the details.
Last year funds raised were donated to Sands Australia and helped fund ‘Grace’s Gathering’, in memory of Theresa and Rod’s daughter Grace. These meetings gave the wonderful volunteer parent supporters at Sands an opportunity to connect with other supporters, share ideas and support, and receive further training to enable them to better support bereaved parents
At the beginning of each gathering a poem written by Theresa was read out. Each and everyone of us were touched by Theresa’s words and we would like to thank her for sharing a part of Grace with us and bringing us all together.
The following is the poem written by Theresa in memory of her daughter Grace.
You say just get over it.
You weren’t there the day we held our daughter, in our arms the first and the last time.
You say haven’t you grieved enough?
You weren’t there to rub her face as she struggled to cling on to life.
You say you can have another one.
You weren’t there to answer yes, turn life support off on this child, of yours,
Your child part of YOU.
You say time will fix all.
You weren’t there to watch her take her last breath, while your heart shattered into 1000 pieces.
You say its time to move on.
You weren’t there when I was aching, screaming and rocking in pain at night,
just to hold my baby,
just one more touch.
You say she wouldn’t want me to be sad.
You weren’t there the days I ripped at the grass on her grave, just wanting to see her face one more time
You say I have another child, life must be normal for him.
You weren’t there the nights I rocked him to sleep, as he wanted his little sister.
You say you must look after your husband.
You weren’t there the days I wiped tears, from his face just so he could get to work.
You say it all over and over again,
I know you mean well and I forgive you,
because you weren’t there…..
Theresa 28th September 2003