Regression

Vladimir Huber > Poems > Regression

Atlantic City, NJ, Dec., 1971

Regression

By Vladimir Huber

My mother told me,
that someday ago I was a baby,
and everybody liked me.
My father told me,
that he felt
that I was closer to him.
Time introduced my new one
to the new ones,
and the trip started,
taking so many years,
that I never thought it had an end.
Now I am back,
but I made sure to bring the baby,
and the baby saw the spring.