486 - I only have eyes for you

My eldest child, a daughter, is twenty.
(She’s nearly half my age now, the poor thing.)
Her eyesight’s crap, perhaps she could blame me:
I wore glasses at five, then bore the sting
Of contact lenses when twenty-something,
Then laser surgery two thousand-one,
And now, again, deteriorating,
But she’s got some of these delights to come,
Being still young, still undecided on
Career; maybe translator, but can see
The opportunities diminishing
With English ever more widely spoken.
The Sorbonne’s her aim, parce qu’elle aime Paris,
But Lyon and Nice also beckoning.
Thur 3 Jan 2008