Here we find the loss of family explored with some deeply felt meditations on the deaths of a much-loved father and mother. In Réalta Mac Aodha remembers: 'Her father told her that a star fell / From the sky above into an urn / She had arranged on the window ledge. / Even today, she will not take the lid off / In case it might escape her.' Once again the language is lucid, clear as water from a well, but carries such an emotional charge that the reader cannot but be moved. It is a theme that Mac Aodha approaches again, full of humanity, in the series of poems Seachtar Dílleachta íin which a bereaved sibling talks to those who share her grief. (tógtha ó Litriocht.com).