Nothing Against the Moon

I look up at the sun and I ask her to stay
it's nothing against the moon, really
it's just that I don't want this day to end
this perfect Tuesday in August
a fresh 34
the sun is making it's way through the sky, nevertheless
my eyes squint a bit
stay, I whisper, begging
and I know this feeling all too well
like when I grasp his tiny hand
enveloped so deeply in mine
asking the stars or anyone that would listen
to keep him this way
everything about him needs to stay
but tomorrow comes
and he's taller
and I know it's a request that can't be attained
but I'll ask anyway
I'll ask the sun
if she can stay