$CLOUT Poetry - Your Little Yokai
A Japanese folklore poem for my brother's engagement about a yokai named Zashiki Warashi.
They live in parlours or storage rooms and perform pranks. People who see one would be visited with good fortune.
Someone is waiting for you
In all of your homes to come
Scampering around the ceilings
And leaving footprints for you to ruminate
Letting you know that she will always be there
The Little Yokai
She exists in mischief
As the cherub-like blushing breeze
That tickles your ears
And sweetly summons your smiles
For you three
Are destined to be as one
The Little Yokai; Zashiki Warashi
Will happily fill your hearts
With the luck they each need
To breathe life into your dreams
And will teach your children’s children’s children
How to make the universe their playing ground
She
Along with all of us
Will celebrate your special moments
That will echo loudly throughout our lifetimes.
© Rambling Rose, 2020. All rights reserved.
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