Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
One Hundred and Two Degrees

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I remember fevers like this --
nothing to do but
fill journal pages
then hide everything
at the sound of my mother
climbing the creaky stairs
with soup
a Popsicle
whatever I wanted
I never thought
what does it take
to keep humming
as you wash and put away
pot after pot
maybe I caught a hint
of her fury
as I drifted in and out
she pressing down
on the pedal of her Singer
like the gunning of an engine
a machine she refuses to
replace to this day
it's now for neat yellow bibs
for grandchildren
who can do no wrong.


Maria Scala lives with her family in Toronto, where she works as a freelance writer and editor. Her poetry and nonfiction have appeared in Sweet Lemons 2: International Writings with a Sicilian Accent, Descant, The Mom Egg, Literary Mama, PoetryReviews, and Exploring Voice: Italian Canadian Female Writers. Maria holds an MPub from Simon Fraser University. She is a former columns editor, senior editor, and editor-in-chief for Literary Mama.


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Beautiful! Strong images! Love the undertones of anger and fierceness mixed with tender care.
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