Tina Mooney Profile

I started writing when I was 9 years old.  It has been my escape, my vacation, and my voice.  Most of my work is poetry, although I have written short stories and a few articles.  I have a book of poetry ready to publish, but as my life has been happening, the details of the publication have been put on the back burner.

For the last 14 years I have had the pleasure and incredible job of taking care of my Mother, who passed from this world on February 3, 2015.  As today is only the 23rd, these wounds are still very fresh.  These years, and the experiences with my mom have given me more inspiration than I ever expected.  For a long time I could not write anything.  I was busy taking care of someone, or grieving the loss of another.  Grief, sometimes, shuts everything off.  And sometimes it takes a whole different turn and comes out the end of my pen.  

I have written a lot of memorial poetry, because that is what goes on in my life.  People die.  And they leave messages.  Sometimes I get the pleasure of relaying those messages through my poetry.  And there are times that I can not pass a message along.  Sometimes the message is:  "Whatever I got to say, I'll say it myself!"  

My life has been built on faith.  My days are build around God.  I have been trying to learn how to listen to Him and follow Him for many years.  I know that He leads me where I need to go, and I know that He is waiting for me at the end.  He has given me the strength and courage to do what I needed to do, all my life.  Helping my Mom on her Journey was something I had been training for all my life.  Or so I thought.  There is never any preparation for that.  I found that out!  

Losing people, seeing death, helping people on that journey, has been my whole life.  It started when I was 12 and we helped my Grandmother on her journey.  After her was my Dad, then my other grandma, and next was my aunt.  Then my Mom.  It's all I've ever done....watch people die.  What a sad existence, huh?  Well, yes, it has been sad.  But it has been so very rewarding, too.  Being with them in their final days gave me things that the rest of the world will never understand. And can't explain.

Enough about my sad life......please enjoy my poetry and hopefully find some comfort in it.