Black heart-shaped mother and child silhouette with pink flowers, swirling scrollwork and the word Mum, tattooed on the top of a foot.

Mum heart and flowers on a foot

Other · Mixed · Photo

A black silhouette of a mother and child forms the outline of a heart, surrounded by black scrollwork and five pink flowers. The word Mum is written in black script beneath the heart. The ink is mostly solid black with pink flower fills, and the tattoo is photographed on the top of a bare foot against a brown background.

Other Heart Silhouette Flower Swirl Script Foot

Find an artist for this

Take it to an artist as a reference. A good artist will make it yours rather than copy someone else's tattoo.

A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lock keeper at Hatherton was the first to notice the ropes were wrong. Mum had tied the bow line in the knot her own mother taught her on the Trent, the one that sat loose against the cill like a dropped scarf. I was seven and had been told not to touch anything, so I stood on the gunwale with my hands in my pockets and watched the water rise in the chamber.

Keep reading

She worked the Lark from the stern with one hand on the tiller and a flask wedged under her arm. Along the cabin side she kept geraniums in old paint tins, and on the long pounds she would sing the herring girl song, badly, while I sang back whatever lines I remembered. When the boat lifted with the gates I felt it in my teeth, and she laughed at me for holding the rail like a sailor's child who had never been to sea.

At Autherley the gates stuck and a man from the boatyard came up the towpath to help. Mum sent me into the cabin for the windlass. Under the bench, where the lid lifted, I found a sheet of card she had drawn years before: a heart with two figures folded into its outline, five pink flowers round the edge, and her handwriting beneath it. I didn't tell her I'd seen it. I carried the windlass back out and held it up to her like a prize.

That evening I tied the bow line myself, the right way, and she checked it twice without saying anything. We went down through the locks in the dark with the cabin lamp lit and the water talking under the hull. I kept my hand on the tiller the whole way, the way she had taught me, and did not once look back at the knot.