First Love

Far in girlhood's horizon,
I see you, white flame,
Distant as the Morning Star
Yet, its light, to me, near.

You come, serenade in the night,
Warm and vibrant fire of a thousand stars!
Softly, you call my name...
Each syllable, vibrations of violin strings.

Breathless I, mute as silent flight
Of birds across a summer sky,
Adore you with my eyes in angel hymns
Lifted to the majesty of the skies.

Your words, your smiles are music
tenderly caressing my lonely tears.
You are a stately shining altar
Fragrant with incense of love!

So that I, at this far distance,
Admire you and garland your name
With canticles of praise
Rising as pray'r to a benign heaven.

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The Sibal Family History In the nineteenth century, in the southern tip of Tarlac province in Luzon, Philippines, a dozen siblings came from the province of Pampanga and founded the town of Bamban.The siblings were surnamed Sibal and consisted of eleven brothers and one sister who married a Maristela man. The Sibal brothers called this place Bamban because of the smooth, thornless bamboo that grew in large clumps and the name of this bamboo is “bamban.” The place was very fertile for fields of rice and sugar cane and all kinds of fruit trees. It was very near the foothills of the large chain of Sierra madre mountains where abound hardwood trees of narra, lauan, wild animals such as deer, wild boars and all kinds of flora and fauna. The mountains were on the western side of Bamban, while on the southern side ran a river that teemed with fish. On the banks of this river called Parua, there were stones and sparkling sand brought by the current. The bank of the river was a forest full of pine trees (Pinus insularis) and the wind whistled its song through their boughs. At that time, Bamban was a veritable paradise. more>>