In a bungalow where silence prevails, hands speak, Echoes of unheard voices, communicating through signs, Post office shop visits for snacks and treats, Crisps, chocolates, fizzy drinks, and soothing sweets in sight. Back to the bungalow with staff and support, Mersey ferry rides to the Wirral, crab fishing in delight. Deaf and dumb, yet living their lives, In a world where words are not needed, Their hands do the talking, their hearts filled with joy.