Kate Buxbaum Prado
Biography of Kate Buxbaum Prado
Kate Prado is the youngest daughter of the well known writer, the late Martin Buxbaum.
Martin Buxbaum, 'Bux, ' was best known for his publication from Marriott Hot Shoppes called 'Table Talk.' His books are sold on Amazon.com, Ebay, Alribis Books.com and Biblio.com.
Kate published her own book of verses called 'Angel's Wings and Secret Things' in 2005. She has been published with The Salvation Army, H.E.R. Magazine, Chicken Soup For The Soul and her verses can be found on many web sites such as quotiki.com.
Kate writes under the name Prado's Pen and resdies in Hagerstown, Maryland. Her web site can be found at www.pradospen.com
'Leave more for others to follow, than footprints in the water.' Martin Buxbaum
Kate Buxbaum Prado's Works:
Angel's Wings and Secret Things
Kate Buxbaum Prado Poems
It only takes one ray of light, when life can be so cold... To touch and warm another's heart, or save a shivering soul.
God must have placed a piece of His own heart, inside each little pet He sends from above. For unforgiveness and envy they know not, but only of His unconditional love.
One small coal left unattended in a forest rich and green, spreads quickly burning all before it... leaving only desolation to be seen.
We come together sisters of the human race. Each of a different color, age and place. Taking time to weave in words, a quilt of comfort for our own.
On Man And Emotions
How heavy is the armor you must carry, to cover up the hidden wounds inside? Your eyes tell all I need to know about you, and of the many tears you have cried.
Your touch so far from mine, I stop to say word to keep you safe within God's care. Distance holds no separation
There are no words upon the earth, that can tell of the joy of a baby's birth. These miracles sent from heaven above,
Soft fluttering of wings, their transparent figures standing on the edge of endless time called eternity, sleep neither day or night as heavenly guards,
On Man And Emotions
How heavy is the armor you must carry,
to cover up the hidden wounds inside?
Your eyes tell all I need to know about you,
and of the many tears you have cried.