A Different Kind Of Yolk Poem by Debra Middaugh

When I was a kid I remember feeling different then my folks,
You could say my egg had a different kind of yolk.

I was angry, rude, hyper and high-strung,
I spoke how I felt never held my tongue.

I was constantly getting into fights,
My mom would ground me she tried to set me right.

I always felt like there was something wrong with me,
I was loud, causing trouble never low key.

As I grew older the problem got bigger,
Cocked and loaded, finger on the trigger.

Puberty arrived and she stuck her head out,
Six-grade camp a girl I was crazy about.

We had to be cautious big trouble if caught,
We would sneak away to our favorite spot.

I thought my heart would explode in my chest,
From that first kiss I knew I was possessed.

We got caught making out our parents blew a fuse,
They told us it's not normal and there is no excuse.

We paid no attention it was puppy love,
She was the only thing I could think of.

I remember feeling different then my folks,
You could say my egg had a different kind of yolk…

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