My sister and I both had this Raymond Carver poem printed in the Order of Services for our weddings.
Hummingbird
Suppose I say summer,
write the word “hummingbird,”
put it in an envelope,
take it down the hill
to the box. When you open
my letter you will recall
those days and how much,
just how much, I love you.
Now, off to primp, then to the wedding…
