Seattle Child Therapy – Thriving Child Blog

I’m building a grown-up

Someone gave me a photocopy of a poem – just the first page, with no indication of author or where it came from. If you know who wrote it, or what the rest of it is, I would love to know. I think it’s fantastic.

I’m building a grown-up nine stories high
with arms as strong as steel
and hands that can bake a pie
with legs that run like greased wheels
but that stop on a dime to cry
I’m building a grown-up to suite me

I’m building me a grown-up
wider than wide
with bones that bend to greet me
and carry me inside
with blood that flows like a river
in whom I can confide
I’m building a grown-up who likes my kind of ride

I’m building me a grown-up
who’ll never make me wait
who’ll give me time right now to breathe
and time to contemplate
who’ll know just when I’m hungry
which part of me needs to eat
who’ll life me up with I’m winning
not just when I suffer defeat
I’m building me a grown-up to keep me company
for all the times

I’m building me a grown-up who listens
with unconditionally fined-tuned ears
who sees me when I’m coming
who rocks away my fears
whose kindness knows no boundaries
whose shoulders are like a fort
whose patience lasts longer than long
and thinks anything less is unpardonable short

I’m building a grown-up who loves me
and knows that love is tenacious
ans that love is required to be so
because my appetite is voracious

…what’s the rest?