Khaled Hosseini
Like a compass needle that points north,
a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman.
Always.
You remember that, Mariam.
yet…
Kabul
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,
Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.
Saib-e-Tabrizi – 17th century poet
Cat o' Ninetails 
Dreadful is the first verse, I do so like the second though.Have you read my poem Thousand Suns?Hugs from me in Alaska
2 Steve – no – where is that poem of yrs??and yes that first – dreadful – not a poem – a mother’s words to her daughter – she should have explained to her that there are men who cannot bear the shame of their own deeds and blame the woman – how well I know that ploy!
lol…I once told a friend, that it seemed everytime he told me a bad story, it began with"ok, I met this woman…."lol…your beginning reminds me 🙂 have a good day dear Cat.