Black cursive script reading As I breathe, I hope across the inner forearm, in a fine line lettering style.

As I breathe, I hope script on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A photograph of the inner forearm with the words As I breathe, I hope written in flowing black cursive script running diagonally across the skin. The lettering uses thin, consistent linework with some variation in stroke weight, and the ink is solid black against a pale skin tone. The plain dark clothing and white fabric in the background keep the focus on the text.

Lettering Forearm Script Quote Handwriting

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The kettle has gone cold twice while I sat here trying to start this, Tom, so you will have to forgive the wobble in the first line. Mrs Trewin next door says I should stop fretting over the ink and simply write what I would say if you were on the step with your cap in your hands. That is the trouble. Every time I picture you on the step, you are taller than the door.

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The Marguerite came in on Tuesday with her hull scraped white by the Biscay weather, and Jack Lowry's boy said your watch was the last to come off the rail. He said you gave your oilskin to a deckhand who had none. I did not know whether to be proud or to sit down on the flagstones, so I did the second and then the first.

Your father kept a pencil behind his ear for forty years and never once wrote a thing down that he could not say first. I have taken to doing the reverse. So here it is, set down plainly: the mackerel are back off the point, the fuchsia by the gate has finally given up its fight with the wind, and the postman has begun to knock twice, as if he knows I am listening. I am not asking you to come home before the season ends. I am asking only that you write when you can, even if it is one line on the back of a manifest.

I have left the last line for the bottom of the page, where a person puts the thing they mean most. As I breathe, I hope. I never could make that sentence finish without crying, so I will leave it open, the way you left the gate open on the morning you went. Come home by the spring tides, Tom. Mind the rail.