My bracelet

This is my guardian angel
And I know that you might hate it
But it’s very special to me.
And how sad that I would be
If it was up a tree
I got it for my christening.
But no-one was listening.
It’s teardrop shapes
Look like grapes
On the nice golden chain
That patters in the rain.
It’s definitely old gold
Which explains it’s very old.
Gold does never ever rust
Even when it’s about to bust.