The Orange Room Review

Accessible poetry of substance

The Search

by R. Jay Slais

When mother died

I got lost,

for years, digressed.

Quit college, came back home

to watch over her kids,

I the oldest,

the only one who drove.

We took turns cooking,

cleaning, crying.

Dad had responsibilities,

hardly home. He did the best

he could to provide

things needed to survive.

I was like her, not him;

she was gone.

Each half day alive,

the other half died.

Morning would wake

with a wish

to go backward,

to search for the place

I let go of her hand

and took my first step.

R. JAY SLAIS' recent or forthcoming publications include poems atBarnwood,BostonLiterary Magazine, Cause & Effect, Clockwise Cat, andMiPOesias. A single father, raising his two children, hes an engineer/inventor in Metro Detroit Michigan.He can be reached