Don't disable Mabel,
If you listened, she could tell
A lifetime raising children
The Peace Corps for a spell.
Don't disable Mabel,
For though her eyes are dim
The colours of her springtime
Are playing out within.
Don't disable Mabel,
Although her speech is blurred.
She knows she should be able
But her limbs are lemon curd
Don't disable Mabel,
She once was young like you.
It's not her fault she's aging
And can't reach to tie a shoe.
