A velveteen rabbit, a Christmas gift,
Had been real to the child for an hour
Till he dropped it for an electronic toy
Presented to him by another guest.
The child played it as if it was Real.
A stone is a god when it is believed.
An art is real when it is endeared.
You are real to one you are loved by.
It's what happens to you that makes you real.
It's not what you are that makes you real.
You are real to one who loves or trusts you.
Love and trust do not come without a cost.
06.01.2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem