Nursery. Poem by Ripper Jones

A vivid memory. Crying,
Crying at the railings of the school,
On my very first day.
My mother leaving me in an alien place
With strange child-people, so many!

This was the first time
I was away from my mother.
I can recall, when age four,
The gut-wrenching,
The non-understanding,
The confusion and alienation,

Who could describe it adequately in words?
Like a pet dog separated from
The family who had adopted it,
It can only feel the pain, nothing else.

How can a being only in the world
A short time after being expelled so
Dramatically and painfully
(Does the baby feel pain
When born which is not memorised?)
From the womb
Make sense of emotion and reason?