© Bonnie Staiger. Published: Woven on the Wind, Houghton Mifflin, 2001)

Mother and daughter
count the bales
of alfalfa–
it is a time to talk,

You are uneasy
as you wait
for the appearance

of that first
fresh flow of blood,
While I eagerly watch
for the signs
that mine will cease,

Who is the woman—
who is the child,

Next year we’ll
plant wheat
to give the land
a rest.


About Bonnie Larson Staiger

I'm a poet. Writing is an extension of who I am. On my blog, North Dakota Roots, I share some poetry and some observations about life.
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