Script infinity symbol tattoo reading Mother and Daughter, in black and grey with some green and brown tones, across the upper back.

Mother and daughter infinity symbol on the back

Lettering · Back · Mixed · Photo

A close photograph of an infinity symbol across the upper back, with the words Mother on the left loop and Daughter on the right loop in flowing script. The linework is fine to medium weight with small scrolls and swirls inside each loop. The ink is mostly grey and black, with faint green and reddish-brown tones in the lettering and at the centre crossing, and the tattoo is centred in the frame against plain skin.

Lettering Back Infinity symbol Mother Script Swirl

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

My mother tied every bunch the same way, a figure of eight in the ribbon with the tail tucked back under the crossing so nothing ever looked finished. She called it the Sunday loop because she only taught it on Sunday afternoons, at the kitchen table in Whitby with the radio turned low. I was tying peonies for the Hallam wedding in a draughty barn outside Robin Hood's Bay when I noticed my fingers were doing it without me, the way hers had for thirty years.

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The bride's mother, Maureen, stood at my elbow in a navy hat that had been to three funerals and one christening. She wanted the bouquets wrapped so the ribbon went twice round, one loop for each of them, she said, though she didn't say which each. Her daughter Ellen had been married once before, years ago, to a man who left a dent in the car door and no forwarding address. Maureen said nothing about that. She just held out a spool of pale grey satin and asked if I could make the crossing sit in the middle, where a person would see it first.

I wrapped the stems, drew the ribbon up, and made the crossing exactly where she pointed. When I tucked the tail under, the two loops lay on their sides like the number that never stops, and I remembered my mother saying a rope never really ends, it only gets cut where you let it. Maureen touched the knot with one finger. Then she laughed, short and surprised, and said her own mother would have liked that, and I didn't correct her, because by then the ribbon was hers as well.