Wai-Yee Keung

All Classes Taught

                 For my Dad
His bulletproof thick glasses rested on the desk.
And squinty eyes that would rest on each equation
I still sit and watch him with a pencil moving across the page 
At a young age I would stand next him
Peering over his shoulders watching 
I would ask
What does that squiggly sign mean?
Or
What does E mean?
Or
What is Physics?
My daddy would laugh and make wild stories with black holes and
particles
Somehow my dad made his world interesting
Now
With his whiter hair and thicker glasses
I still wonder about those questions
A Passion my dad had for physics.