Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 I'm Waiting

With welcome basket, I now wait

For my sailor to arrive home.

Each time I do this, fret the fate

He'll not return from his long roam

Around the world, upon the seas.

Hopefully, my sailor returns,

As I await, eager to please

With my welcome, I know he yearns.

I think my sailor's ship soon should

Arrive in port, not just sure when.

So day by day, I feel it's good

To await, again and again.

For my sailor, I wait with some

Welcoming home bottles of rum.