a one line poem inspired by this prompt by Terijo for Chalkboard

Toys — photo, courtesy of Pixabay

Need to be 
burnished velvet worn off over extra rubs,
as the
gold tarnished buttons over faded jacket,
soft innards exposed over ripped seams,
of doleful expression, none more loved.

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
~ The Velveteen Rabbit