Narrating a POEM about Dementia for a private client
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I once had a mother who loved me before she fell into the ocean of lost words and speech. We journey to play on the beach but I lose sight of her on the horizon. Gray clouds march across the sky. We are not certain of the monsters. He will push in, finding ourselves unprepared. We run for shelter. Seems a smart thing to do before being plummeted by memories. We leave a drowning bluebird on a blue wave. It is hard to look into old eyes, painful to see the disturbing questions staring back. Best to pretend we don't know the answers. Instead, we keep busy counting our blessings and our list of accomplishments.