Thirty Minute Stall Poem by cheryl davis miller

The longest half-hour of all time;
the last thirty minutes of a shift.
You wonder, ' Will someone relieve you? '
Or just leave you stranded and adrift.

Those thoughts cross your mind, as the clock ticks.
Each tick seems forever and a day.
A hand turns the knob, someone enters.
Then you are finally on your way.

Such is the life of caregivers and
to most it's a matter very small.
But if you have been a care-giver,
you know of the thirty minute stall.

c.d.m.5/26/14