The Guardian Angel

 

I feel someone with me,

I look to see who is there,

but when I turn around

I find myself still alone.

I continue eating a by

candle light when

the candle

suddenly goes out.

I light it up again,

again

its blown out.

The candle blowing

out is just a playful

game letting me know

everything is going to

be okay.

I think it’s my

Guardian

Angel.

Yes, my guardian angel

wanted me to know I

am going to be fine

because she is here

watching over me.

 

Written By

Mary Riesbeck

 

In Loving Memory

of Sr. Phyllis McMurray

 

My cousin who’s Missing, Mary Ann Switalski

 

 

This July 15, 2013 marks the 50 year anniversary that my cousin Mary Ann had been taken from our family. I never met Mary Ann because when she was stolen at sixteen from a traveling sales magazine group July 15, 1963, I was born four years and five months after Mary Ann’s disappearance.

Just because I have never met Mary Ann doesn’t mean I don’t love nor care about her, in fact that is why I am writing this today and pushing internet places posting whenever possible  to do my part in helping find my lost cousin.

When I first learned about Mary Ann’s disappearance I wasn’t much younger than she was taken away from our family.  My parents though concerned about what we did, who we were out with even allowing us to walk to and from school always had Mary Ann disappeared on the back of their minds. 

I too kept Mary Ann in the back of my mind of the years.  The story in the family as well as an old newspaper article titled; “Someone’s child; summer in the city- whatever happened to Mary Ann Switalski” can now be found on Blogspot.com among other  many places on line such as missing and exploited children, Does network, Blogspot.com, face book, Charley’s Project and many more.  It hasn’t been easy knowing that a relative you never met is listed missing person cold case especially being a mother of five children now, myself.

One person I often think about who deserves to have answers the most is Mary Ann’s sister,  her words haunted me and drives me to push to find her long, lost missing sister after their mother had passed away, “Momma you finally know the truth and have the answers to whatever happened to Mary Ann.” I want to end our family’s long unanswered questions to what happened and why our Mary Ann was taken, stolen so young from us. I never met her, but if I could I’d tell her she’s loved by so many of us today.

If you know Mary Ann Switalski and her story please help bring her home back to her loving family, she’s loved and missed by all. Thanks.

Written By;

Mary Bruhns Riesbeck,

Mary Ann Switalski’s second cousin

Blinded

 

 

 

Do you see what

I’ve been telling you?

 

No,

because you are blinded

by all remarks made.

 

Someone speaks you won’t

listen nor hear words spoken.

 

Blinding yourself

from such words spoken.

Blinded shall be

when you choose not to

listen nor see.

 

When the day comes

will you finally listen,

stop being blinded?

 

Probably not

 for the blinded won’t see

 unless they open their eyes

 and finally recognize what they

have always been missing out of.

 

 

Written By:

Mary Riesbeck

Everyone has a Voice

I have a voice just as you do too. The difference is I will listen to your voice,

Yet you won’t listen to mine because whenever I speak you walk away ignoring my

Very words I say.

I sit and listen while you speak what’s on your mind respecting your opinions

Whether we share the same or differ.

Whenever I speak words to you all you do is walk away.

Being disrespectful isn’t the answer here, just listen to my words and you will understand me as

I have been done for all these years for your sake too.

Can’t you see the pain in my eyes each time you tell me it doesn’t matter what I say to you?

No, because you are too blinded to see the pain place upon me, in your eyes nothing is wrong

Everything is right as long as your voice has been heard.

In the end everyone’s voice counts, everyone’s word and opinions may differ and that is okay.

Everyone is allowed to have a voice, you, me, she, and he, no matter who they are voices need to be heard and listen too. Remember this they deserved the same respect as you do in every word spoken. 

By Mary R.

On my page I have an FBI file of my cousin Mary Ann Switalski. She was just sixteen years old when she went missing.
It was July 15, 1963 that Mary Ann had left a carnival @ Saint Priscilla's Parrish in Chicago. Any one who has any information please check out the link on my page or type her name in the search bar than contact any of the sites and give any information you may have about Mary Ann's disappearance.
I want to find Mary Ann and close this mysterious chapter in all of our lives. She has family who love her and miss her very much. Thanks. Mary

http://www.fbi.gov/wanted/vicap/missing-persons/mary-ann-ruth-switalski-1

http://www.fbi.gov/wanted/vicap/missing-persons/mary-ann-ruth-switalski-1

Fighting Against All Odds (I was there holding your hands)

 Before you were conceived,

all the odds were against you,

'caus thats how I made you,

 but from the beginning,

 I was there holding you hands.

Once you were born,

ou looked towards the heavens

and saw me there, holdoing

your hands.

Yes, all the odds were against

you as I was there holding your hands

you started your life fighting against all the odds.

As you grew over time you had ben old

that nothing could become much of you,

no success deep with in you and

you couldn't succeed at all,

once again faced with all the odds

against you, I was there holding

you hands.

Then darkness came to you leaving

you to walk away, turning your

back to me, never coming back to me

because no matter what odds

you faced, it seemed so

incomplete 'cause all the

odds against you kept

coming back to

you, leaving you with little fight against

all the odds, even through all this

I still stood by you holding

your hands keeping watch over you any way.

Yes, you were born

 to fight against all odds as I made you too.

Darkness passes as light returns,

 bringing you back to me once again realizing

fighting against all odds were meant

for you, looking towards the heavens

just like the day you were born seeing

me up in heaven all these years,

you succeeded fighting against all the odds.

Written By: Mary Riesbeck

This is dedicated to Vicki for helping me revise this poem I wrote several years ago. Thanks Vicki!