The Mother House is rich with images of orphans, exiles, migrants, the defeated, decay, destruction, famine, disaster, the cloistered, the drowned, the marginalized, disappearance and memory, music and loss. The poems speak of histories, in Ireland and elsewhere, as allegories of our age. Yet, the poetic is not offered as a salvo or a salve, for as the poet questions, “We made the long journey // to deliver the gesture, but who has noticed us?” Ní Chuilleanain nevertheless proves that when the mirror is held at the right angle the past can shed a telling light upon the present, observing with great acumen, “it was like history, held there / in view of another lifetime.” In this remarkable volume, art and literature reflect human suffering and survival across many frontiers.